I have been married now going on 11 years. I love my husband, and I love my children, but somewhere along the way I have lost myself. I have forgotten the things that made me happy. My life is so full of kids and school and work, that I have forgotten the things that I was good at and the things that I used to enjoy.
I played the violin and viola. I was pretty good. I played for two years with the Portland Metropolitan Youth Symphony. I hated to practice, but I loved to play. I haven't rosined up my bow or tuned my strings in a long time.
I used to write. I wrote poems, and short stories. I have an idea for a novel if I ever get time to complete the research. I used to tell people that I would write historical fiction novels when I grew up. Now I barely write in my journal anymore.
So enough is enough. I am done with this pity party (at least for today). I am going to pick my self up, dust myslef off and start doing the things that I enjoy doing, not just the things that I have to do. Hopefully today when I do laundry there will be no pink underwear and after a few posts, I will lose my baby blues.
Friday, August 29, 2008
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