My adult life has included the respectable roles of daughter, wife, mother, grandmother. Each role had well-defined tasks that were judged by how well I took care of others. If they gave grades, I suspect I would pass. However, if my life is graded by how well I took care of me, I fail.
When I was afraid, I hid in the roles I knew I could pass.
I am searching for a new role.
I am searching for the life and passion that comes from knowing why I am here. The passion that explodes with the energy I so desperately need.
Art has given me a glimpse of elusive passion. I know it exists!
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