Love, you have shattered my dreams a thousand times. I have drawn our story in my mind, painted our life on the walls. But every time, you have been the undoing of it all. But still I’m asking for more. Why? Because I do know that you are there to teach.
I absolutely love the field I’m in, and will keep fighting to make a difference in that sector. It’s just that when I stand at the front of a class, I want to talk about all of the other stuff that bounces around in my head all week long -- stuff like creativity, connection, kindness, ...
For the sake of my kids, and for the sake of my sanity, I brushed a lot of emotion under the table, but it's catching up with me now. I know I still have a long way to go. I know I have a lot of work to do to really start to feel 'normal' again.