I’m ready to become who I am instead of worrying about who I’m not.

I’m no longer a mother with children in the house, but I’m still a mother. I’ll always be one and my relationship with my children will continue to grow.

I’m no longer a wife and while it broke my heart to walk away from that role I had to make a choice to live a life where I wasn’t growing or create a new one for myself. I don’t regret it. I’m still grieving the loss of that dream, but it was time to wake up and be part of the world.

This weekend I went to Las Vegas to see my family–my brother and sister, my son, Jai, came also. Driving to the airport on Saturday morning, I passed an accident. It had happened only moments before. The ambulance hadn’t arrived yet and metal and glass were scattered across the highway. I saw the car to the side of the road. It was bad. The door torn off, the body crumpled inside. There is no way that person could have survived. Tonight I passed by the spot again on my way back home. A wreath of fresh flowers sat along the road. I couldn’t help wondering if I had been a few minuets earlier that Saturday morning might it have been me?

When I look back on my life I see that over and over I’m given the chance to grow, to chance life. To change.

“Our task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”

–Rumi