Beleive it or not...my 8 year old son is one of the wisest I surround myself with and that says alot seeing that I tend to hang out with the more mature humans here.

I often say that he is proof for reincarnation...because there is no way this child is 8...the things that come out of his mouth and the calm, quiet knowing that he posess could only be that of a 90 year old sage :o)

There are many times when I think the little guy is raising me...he certainly has made me a better person thus far...

I feel pretty good about my life in the moment. I have completely transformed my career in a years time...with the help of passion, friends and intention. But have a inner itching to accomplished more...not sure if its ego or my lifes calling that is making me scratch though :o)

Hmmm.....a long wide road of possibility. So many people, places and things that aren't in my physical space right now. So excited to see where I will go and who will be by my side :o)

Doors close...windows open only to broaden my world...hearts break open only to hold more inside.

I think the hardest part of being me is something that I have created that I probly don't even need to live in this world happily ever after.

I have a wonderful life...full of wonderful people, places and things. But for me I feel like I have to be the Superwoman in my world. I have to be the best mama that never breaks down...plans all the partys and playdates and still work. I have to be the most understanding daughter and the shoulder to cry on. I have to be the healthiest, prettiest, smartest, kindest....it goes on and on and on.

I'm starting to find that its not the people in my life that require this of me...because when I fall short they still love me the same...so it must be me right? My path as of late is to learn not to be so perfect (not that I'm doing a great job at perfection anyway). When I stop fulfilling everyones needs they start paying attention to mine and life somehow becomes a little bit easier.

The reflection on city lights on the wet asphalt on a rainy winters night...only one thing I love but there are so many more that I could write :o)