When I was a child, I never imagined my life to be the way it is now. As a matter of fact, if someone would have told me or showed me my life, I wouldn’t have believed them. Don’t get me wrong. It isn’t like it is the most horrible life one could have, it’s actually damn good! I just wonder what happen to all my dreams. If I really break it down, and look at each part of my life clearly, I can see how most of my present came to be. I seem to forget that I spent a great deal of my life raising my son on my own. I should be proud of how well I provided for him and how great he turned out. And I am proud. But at the same time there is this part of me that screams “what about me”. I, as many do, sacrifice for the ones we love and we live up to our responsibilities, but in the end, feel a void. Now my son is a grown man, and as I said, I am proud. Now should be my time and honestly, I don’t know what to do. After 20 years of being a mom, I don’t know how to be something else. I feel as if my life has lost purpose in a way and I struggle to find the me. I guess its time for new dreams. I am getting there and much of my writing will be about that journey.