I had cleaned the kitchen; I was ready to take out the trash and figured I had maybe ten more minutes left in the nighttime routine when I saw the state of the kids’ rooms. Beds on the floor, dress up clothes discarded, books, toys, water bottles half full and laundry baskets overflowing with towels. Ugh.

What I should have done then was paused and taken a few deep breaths, marveling at the fact that the kids are still little, played creatively all weekend and spent the two days they had off together. What I did was dive deep into sorting, doling out assignments, vacuuming, organizing and assisting with reading words, finding that other shoe and disposing of cheese stick wrappers.

I had already declared that I had a handle on things inside so when my husband peeked his head in to give out goodnight kisses, he has slightly alarmed…

​You are the one who loves the oceans..

Your rivers never change their directions..

You see​ so many sea shells on the shore…

As you step over them you feel you want more…

And as you pass by in silence..

You search for the meaning of your existence…

You are just a vestige in a stage of this nature…

You don’t take away anything in this adventure…

You take the oar and sail across the ocean

There comes a storm in your way

Don’t forget you have to survive

If you fight you can come back to life…

And as you pass by in silence..

You search for the meaning of your existence…

You are just a vestige in a stage of this nature…

You don’t take away anything in this adventure…

I have always wondered where every human being in my generation has formed an opinion about something; for every single person has a reason for why they think the way they do. I have seen it within arguments over the simplest topics such as the gender wage gap or climate change. It is frustrating to have a conversation with someone who does not share the same opinion as yours.

I wonder if people care enough to dig deeper into important issues that could have a massive impact in our country, or the world for that matter. I find myself questioning the world I live in and daydreaming about having control of the entire world, just so I can fix all of the world’s problems.

Growing up in a world of imperfections and having no power or control over these issues heard on a daily basis can be discouraging and irritating…

Half of life is lost in charming others,

the other half is lost in going

through anxieties caused by others.

Leave this play, you’ve played enough!
~ Rumi