Eleven years ago today, I was in a homeless shelter with my 5 year old daughter, and my 7 year old son. We had been burned out of an apartment, and staying with my sister in law when the home she was renting withstood damage from a hurricane, and we all had to leave.
I was there for 9 months. I worked full time, went to school full time, and raised my kids on whatever time I had left. It wasn't much. I maintained a 4.0 GPA, and took advantage of every opportunity I had.
And as far as I have come from that dark time in my life, it seems that I haven't gotten much of anywhere at all. I am almost 40 and haven't accomplished any of the goals I have set out to obtain. I've mostly enjoyed my life along the way, so I'm not really complaining so much as lecturing myself for letting time get so far away from me. I have so much to do, and not so much time left to do it...
I want to go back to school. I want to get back to Missouri where I belong. I want to finally find the peace Ive been looking for all these years... *sigh*...
I AM very thankful for the things I have. I am safe, warm, well fed, and loved( I hope). There are so many who don't have half of that, and I am too aware of that fact to complain overly much. I just need to be more aware of what I let pass me by....
Time is not my friend. And I am far too passive in my own life. Its time I take control and start living it...
