I'm Forked

Sometimes in life, we find ourselves walking, whistling (yuck, never), and smiling without a care in the world and then out of the blue, we realize we're waist-deep in a pile of manure wondering how the crap we got into the crap and how the super crap we're going to dig our way out of the crap. It's often referred to as a fork in the road, or a defining moment when we'll choose which path to take. Will it be to fall over and sink into the manure or to dig your way out? Will it be give up or fight? 

Will it be this life or that one?

Probing, yes (that's what he said). But what's the answer? For me, the time has come to put aside [pretty much] everything to focus solely on my family. For the last many years, I've been pushing them off when my primary full time job is supposed to be full-time SAHM. It started off that way when offspring #1 was small, but of course life is effing expensive, so, without leaving home, I found ways to make some cash. No, I did not sell my crazy hot bod (yeah right) from my living room couch. Nor did I invent the wheel but man I wish I had. However, I did use, to the best of my ability, my so-called writing skills to help make ends meet. 

But not without painful sacrifice.

I used to love writing but for months now I've been battling with a multitude of issues that have led to this nagging feeling deep in my gut telling me to choose. My kids or my work. I tried to ignore it, but I realized it's time to give my children the attention they deserve while they're still young. I guess all I needed was a good fork to make me choose. We may not be rich in money, but I hope we make up for it in love, or whatever that saying is. I should be a philosopher. Maybe I'll look into that.

Anyway, my only New Year's resolution in the coming year is to be the best mother, wife, daughter, sister, and person I can be. Everything else will just have to wait. I'll write that killer book (in my own name) someday. I'll devise a plan to rid the world of plastic cups someday. I'll swim with the dolphins someday. I'll have a pony named Tickle Tickle someday. I'll touch Ryan Gosling's abs someday.

With all the tragedy in the world, I just want to hug my loved ones tight for as long as I can. What else matters, really? I'm hugging you all now. For a really long time. And no, I won't let go.

Thanks for always reading, always supporting, and always hugging me right back.

What are your resolutions for the coming year? I hope it involves hugs and/or ponies.

<3

Candyland. OUT.