life goes on

i wake up and wonder where i am, where time has gone. i have this little family and am responsible for something, someone, other than me. it's not conventional, it's not convenient...still, life goes on.

i struggle every day to come to terms with where my life is going. where i've been. how that's contributed to who i am. is it who i want to be? is it who i'm meant to be? i desperately miss everything about my past while begging for the future to be here...still, life goes on.

the one constant in my life, the thing i can always count on...life goes on.



my family...now there are five of us:


maggie, 11 months old