The first days . . . .

Well, I made it. Life has given me a second chance. Today I wanted to remember the dreams that have long clouded over with time. To paint, to travel, to laugh, to look pretty, to have confidence. I was the one who took them away. But lost my way back from a dark time. I am my mother. I lived as a marter and gave unselfishly of myself to others that did not appreciate it in the end.

Lives cross each other. And may parellel for a time. But they never blend into one person. (Lessons learned by Vi? What are my thoughts?)

I was banded on 11/2/06. Today is day 5. Tommorrow I go back to work an AM overtime. Will I be the same? Will I drive to exhaustion? I need to get a clear exit plan. An exit plan for work or an entrance plan for life?