The Ballad of the Night:
The journaling reads:
Today I turn 40.
In some ways, time is going by so slowly.
Being a mother to three, one with special needs,
takes it toll. Each day is like the day before...
demanding, exhausting, and filled with the most
consuming love I've ever known.
Where am I in this? Who am I?
A wife, a mother, a daughter, a friend.
A nurse, a doctor, a researcher, an advocate.
What is next for me?
Time is slippery.
Quickly speeding by, I see middle age...
a chance to redefine ME.
Thanks for looking!