The Journey Matters

I’ve been going through a little something lately.  Struggling, in fact.  Feeling a deep sense of…of what? A sense of “Now what?”  A sense of “What’s next?”

But, understand that I’m not rushing anything.  Not trying to fast forward my beautiful, thriving boys through their childhood.  Not pushing my loving, hard-working husband towards the next step in our lives together.  But instead wondering…

What’s next for me?

 Driving home together a few weeks back, Husband and I passed by Boston’s North End.  Where I lived for a number of years on my own.  Just me.   Commuter.  Event Planner.   Best Friend.   All labels I accepted and wore like badges.  And, while they were certainly each woven into the fabric that was Me at that time, I never felt those labels defined me.  Or confined me.  They were undoubtedly labels of the PRE-Me.  The Pre-that-person-I-will-become.   Someday.    Someday when I would wear new labels.  Today’s labels.

Wife.  Mother.