On Finding My Life

Right here, right now.

Thanks to Pexels for this photo

I keep waiting for the flowers of my life to open. Not the ones that face outward from center, but the ones that face in.

On paper, it’s a good life, the one I live. There’s the adorable old house, near the downtown of a growing, quirky city. There’s the job that is incredibly easy, lucrative and rewarding. The beautiful, amazing children that I get to call my own. I have my health.