The Toughest Job in the World

I have the toughest job in the world, and I can't even crib about it. Its called being a mom. It is that stage in my life when I don't know if I ever existed as another human being. I feel like I am this feeding, loving, puke-cleaning, poop-coaxing, sleep deprived cyborg that was born to be forever available to my increasingly demanding, commanding two year old daughter. And if this wasn't enough, I am also the entertainer/ clown/ doctor/ caregiver/ dietitian/ cleaning lady/ driver with a perpetual frumpy, grumpy demeanor due to being pushed over the edge.




I want my MOMMY!!! :((

My thoughts, exactly....

Beginning of the End

I just love watching the leaves fall off of trees. Its so peaceful.

The tree, happily dancing to the wind's tunes is shedding away its past to make room for the future.

And the leaves, in silent acceptance of their fate, quietly fall to the ground to embrace the end of a fulfilled journey. Simply beautiful!

Limitless

The head and the heart

Oh why are they apart?

My heart wants, my mind taunts

My soul remains undone

My eyes are open

My heart is alive

So why does it feel

Like a dream, unreal?

I can see, what is unseen

I can hear the voice that beckons

I can feel, what is forbidden

I long to touch, what is verboten

A storm of emotions

Explodes in my being

Dancing with the whirlwind,

I'm letting go

I can fly with no wings

I can swim with no fins

Delve deep inside

Eager to find...

A whole new me