I feel I am everything to everyone.
I am a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister,
an aunt,an employee, a co-worker, a friend, a lover, a confidant,
a provider, a cook, a taxi driver, a maid, a waitress,
a seamstress, a counselor, a healer, a hero, a poet,
a nurturer, a keeper of secrets, a survivor.
And soon a grandmother.
The feelings I feel most often.
I feel stressed. I feel love. I feel lust. I feel loved. I feel passion. I feel happiness. I feel desperate. I feel misunderstood. I feel incomplete. I feel fulfilled. I feel lost. I feel focused. I feel lonely. I feel curious. I feel mellow. I feel content. I feel satisfied.
All these feelings come and go throughout the days, weeks, months and years. But they are my feelings. They make me who I am. They drive me to do the things I do in life.
When I look at all the individual pieces of the puzzle that is my life, they look incomplete.
There is no one perfect piece.
But together they complete me.
If I look at all the individual people in my life.
I find no one perfect person.
But together they make my life complete.
Things that bring me happiness.
Loving someone. Feeling loved. Feeling wanted. Being with my children. Being with my husband. Making someone happy. Helping someone. Knowing I have friends. Listening to a friend talk about anything. Finding I have something in common with someone. Discovering new things about myself and others. Listening to music. Driving. Writing. Camping. Animals. Enjoying nature.
