A HEART INSPIRED

When each one of my babies were just born - brand new. Tiny. Perfect. Helpless. I used to spend countless hours staring at them. At their uniqueness. Their perfection. Just sit and stare. Admire. Take them all in. I was in amazing awe. It never did get old. No matter how much time ticked away, whether they were asleep, eating, playing, interacting - I just could not get enough.  My heart eagerly seeking to behold them. It was simply captivating to be in their presence. ~ In a different way, well before the children came along,  a re-done closet would call my attention. Or newly picked up room. Or even earlier on, an essay. Attentively orchestrated. The penmanship. The ornately stacked, crisp paper. Blue scrolling of script. Recently, its my garage. We tore into it the other week. A place for everything. And everything in its place. I find myself yearning to take a peak. I'll even stop what I'm doing elsewhere in the house just to go and walk in the space. I'm

The Mid-Life-Crisis. We all know someone who has been through it. Forcing others to go through it with them. We may, ourselves, be the ones who are going through it. This is not a bashing piece. It is, however the human condition. We mock it. Society giggles. "There goes another one". We shake our heads. Because we know. It's a given. It will happen. And it never ends well. Here's the way it unfolds. You wake up one morning. You can't breath. Where has all of the air gone? Panic ensues.  You look next to you. You see the same person you have been nesting with your whole adult life. You decide you don't like them. You look in the mirror. See a stranger. You don't like him either. You drag yourself through your day. Barely present. On auto pilot. Dying. Just dying to see it differently. You long to end this angst. You want a do-over. All day long. You just want a do-over. Because somewhere in the midst of all you have become. All you have created. You a