August 29, 2013
Quite a challenge, this daily prompt; I agonize over just what to write (say?) that 15 minutes is hardly going to afford me enough time…Ok, get started already. SMH
What an eerie coincidence that I had just listened to a song by Rascal Flatts that my oldest daughter clued me into: I’m Movin’ On. She officially dubbed this, Our Mom’s Song. Meanwhile, my children have officially dubbed me Our Mom, it’s even what I sign whenever I write to them, and…Ahem, moving on…
“I’ve dealt with my ghost and I’ve faced all my demons
Finally content with a past I regret
I’ve found you find strength in your moments of weakness
For once I’m at peace with myself”
I have lived a tumultuous life, dear Readers. Some due to circumstance and most self-inflicted. It has taken a lifetime, both mine and my family’s, to be at peace with myself. Imagine having only felt this peace ONCE in your lifetime, and you will be walking in my shoes. But once is all that it takes; “I’ve been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long, I’m movin’ on.”
“I never dreamed home would end up where I don’t belong.” I still cannot believe that I traveled over 7,000 miles from home, alone. Me. Me, who has never even had a passing thought to obtain a passport. But, there I was dear Readers, in the United Arab Emirates. I had to go. At the time, I didn’t realize it, but not only did home become a place I did not belong, I was on a desperate search to establish a home for myself, apart from any family and any friends. A place that was my home and just my home. This new home became the catalyst for my transformation.
“There comes a time in everyone’s life
When all you can see are the years passing by
And I’ve made up my mind that those days are gone.”
Life does pass by. And for those of us who believe we have nothing to give and nothing to gain, it passes by slowly, excruciatingly so. And all you, excuse me, all I thought I had to show for my life were the years, 48 of them, passing by.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, dear Readers, “I am living a wholehearted life.”
Oops, my 15 minutes of fame is up. Thank you for stopping by, dear, dear Readers. I’m movin’ on. Peace, ~v.