I have spent the better part of this year, so far, looking for my place. Not my home, I have that already. But my place in life. Where is my life going? What am I supposed to be doing, really? My kids are almost grown. We have worked hard to teach them right from wrong, have nice manners, work hard, be kind, be loving, be thankful. I think we have succeeded, mostly. Time will tell, but I really do think we got most of it right.
As you know, I went back to work last year for two reasons: To pay off debt and to give myself something productive to do. One no more important than the other, but I started wondering, what am I going to do with the money after I have the debts paid and the house repairs completed? Take a nice vacation? What am I going to do with my free time after I’m finished with the Mommy Chauffeur part of my life? I don’t want to spend my time working at a job to make money to go on a vacation where I spend money to get away and feel that my only accomplishment was giving someone else my money.
I wanted to join the Peace Corps when I was a young girl, but my life went a different direction. Now I have the time and resources to bring my own version of the Peace Corps to life.
Ahh… who am I kidding? I’ll probably go back to Jamaica first chance I get.
