All four of my children are now in school. They are in the very same school for the first and last time ever. This is the magical year in which I have six whole hours each day to write, play banjo, run, converse with adults, surf, knit, teach, shop, improve my Spanish, cook, play with a camera, read, and invest in some self-care; it is the year to finally do something. Yet as October winds down I realize I have spent very little time doing these things, and most of my time volunteering in the kids' school. A line is begging to be drawn. This is me, drawing it.
I am repossessing my life. At least enough of it to reclaim the role of protagonist in my own story; a role I'm beginning to think I've been avoiding for fear I won't live up to the hype. Stay tuned...
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