When did family life become a test of endurance? The member who is capable of staying up the latest is the one who gains the much needed solitude after a trying day. Being a woman at this moment in time encompasses too much. I crave silence. But instead, the thoughts in my brain spill over, interrupting my quest for peace.
I fantasize a life that is not my own.
I am not unhappy here. I have made choices and overall have been content, even happy, with the outcomes. My glass is always half full. My life is good, yet chaotic. I thrive on the challenges.
Yet, I need to be taken to another place. I need someone/ something who will take care of me, adore me, and let me rest. A shoulder to lean on. A strong arm that draws me toward safety and security. No worries here. Only comfort. I can finally breathe.
And then I awake. I am rejuvenated and able to return to reality.
They coincide- reality and fantasy. Both crucial in a life such as mine.