Last night as I walked the halls with Claire (we'll call her angry, sick elf) I thought of all the ways I suck at being a mom... We won't go into those for your sake and mine.
But today I saw this video on the YouTube and decided from now on I am going to wake up brush my teeth and tell myself how wonderful I am
How did I get to 33 years of age and not know anything about myself? Thanks to Robert Frost, I find myself at "two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." The stagnation of Esther ends now and the my joyous jaunt onto the path less traveled begins. In no hurry to define myself, my hope is to find the joy in the journey.