This question enters my mind every single day. The question sways back and forth between the philosophical and the physical. I mean really - HOW did I get here? Here, alone at my computer twelve hundred miles from home. Here, on a blog with a group of women I've never met In Real Life? Here, in this place of reflection and sharing? Here, surrounded by people who respect and admire one another for the fortitude it takes to get here. OnLine, and InRealLife.
(I've just typed the word here enough times that I'm no longer sure it's a real word.)
Some days the voice asking this question is little more than a fleeting whisper. Other days it's a screaming banshee. Every day this question helps to shape my life, and ultimately the life of my family. Acknowledging the voice (whether loud or quiet) leads to me acknowledging the question. And acknowledging the question begs me to try to answer it. And trying to answer it requires me to reflect. And reflection is good. Reminding myself each day how I got here also reminds me to be aware of where I'm going. It reminds me never to become complacent. It reminds me to live with purpose. It reminds me to raise my children with purpose. So here I am, raising my children with purpose.
And that's as much as I can write before someone wakes up and asks "Mumma, can you take me for a pee?"
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