Some days I wonder how I ended up in this life...in fact, all I seem to do lately is ask myself questions about my life decisions. Married for a second time, first-time mom to a beautiful one-year old girl, working for the same company since college...
How did I get here? The really funny thing is that while I wonder how I got here, I don't remember where it was I THOUGHT that I would be. I don't remember ever imagining an exotic life...traveling the world with some exciting job, no commitments, just myself to please. That never was the dream, but I don't actually know what I thought the dream was. I have the handsome husband, beautiful daughter, successful career, with a house on the corner, picket fence and two dogs in the yard. So what I really wonder is why do I feel some days like everything is wrong? While some days all I need is little O to wrap her arms around my neck to feel special, most days I feel like something is amiss. Maybe it is because I am so consumed in getting through every day and keeping everything going that I don't have time to dream? Maybe THAT is how I lost the dream?
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