Five years ago, I had just moved into a new town, after becoming a newly single parent.
My children were still pretty small and I carted them back and forth to daycare and preschool, all while trying to work. I decided to succumb to what was expected of me from my family ; making dinners and ironing clothing. I felt washed up and was trying to accept that I had to start all over again (again). I was sadly trying to fit into a life of play dates and assessment meetings with boring suburbanites who rambled about sales at Walgreens, while strategically allowing their car’s make and model to slip in.
I continued to pursue my “dream” so to speak, and finally caught a break.
Better now.
