Smiling on the outside

Crying on the inside and I don't know why ...

Thinking Back

Thinking back is sometimes painful ~ the many lives , the many friends left behind. This path traveled from one place to the next, one person to the next. One constant - my family, my daughter. How complex can a person be? Reaching for Christ - looking back and my past - loving my husband. Good Mother, Bad Mother, Good Friend, Bad Friend - sometimes it all seems like such a lie. But it my heart I earnestly try ---- strive to be better, to be good, to do what is right and mostly I do.

What is it in me that makes it so easy to leave people behind like I never really cared. Did I care? I think so... the grass is greener but it never truly is. Mostly it is just different.

This dissatisfaction - where does it come from?