In my writing workshop, we were given the following prompt – “I am from…” I find myself thinking about the beginning of this sentence a lot and wondering how it ends. Not an easy question to answer, but a great window to look out at the world and figure out where I fit in. It could have so many meanings. This is what I have so far and I hope to spend 2018 adding more verses. Just like me, it is a work in progress. I am from that place where everybody knows my name, but they don’t really know me. And I am from the place where someone knows everything about me and loves me anyway. I am from that place in my heart where I like to find the good in everybody. And the place in my head where I come back to reality and see the world as it is. I am from that place in my core that wants to be organized and put together. And the place where I’m constantly looking for my car keys. I am from that place where I think I’ve got this parenting thing down pat And that place where the kids get older and change the rules on me. I am from that place of desperately wanting to be present in the moment. And the place where life gets in the way and the moment is gone. To be continued…
