A Life of My Own
I suppose one might call me a bit of a gentle rebel because I am really going against the normal route of a woman my age. At midlife, I am alone, not because I chose to be, but life has brought me here through a series of unbelievable upsets. It's okay because I am still standing and I thank God for my courage and strength everyday because without it, I would have given up a long time ago.
Two years ago on my way to do some Christmas shopping, I remember asking my mother who had died four years earlier, to help me find a way to write all the stories that filled my imagination. I was working full time then running a community museum. I loved the work but could no longer deal with the politics of greed and lies. I knew I had to leave, yet I knew it would put me in a place of serious financial hardships. As I listened to the Christmas music playing, tears rolled down my cheeks and I asked Mom not to let me die with the thousand stories still in me. I supposed you could say that I am chasing a dream.......
I hope that you will be a part of my journey and that I can inspire you to work towards your own dreams... it is never too late doing something you love or even to start over. Life is fragile! Make yours the best life possible, for time waits for no one!