I can

Lining the pages were words of what might be someday. Written in handwriting so distinctly mine. I had written tea, Montana, Natives, kids, mom? Simply written below in the same scrawled handwriting was confusion, unsure, uncertain, overwhelmed.

Those pages have been my life the past months. Written this summer, words strong and true. In time I realized that in the sprawling words of my confusion I could be all. I could drink tea, live in Montana, live life among the Native people, have kids, and be a mom. I can be all that those words represent.
I can.

A little something to ponder

"There are two ways each of us can approach life: spending our days meeting our needs or looking for ways to meet others' needs. The mystery is that when we spend our life focused on our own needs, we are never satisfied and our deepest needs never seem to be met. But when we pour out our life and focus on how we can serve others, not only do we find incredible fulfillment, but our deepest needs are met as well." -Eric Ludy