Breathing

It's rough to find yourself in a situation that calls for change, massive change. Here I am at 33 thinking I have what everyone should want in life. A good job, a house, a great husband and best friend, a daughter that makes me smile and fills my heart with joy...not in any particular order. Yet, I am not happy. I feel a sense of loss of personal sense. As if who I am, truly am, has been lost along my travels through the past decade and I have accepted the titles that people and society have placed upon me as a mother, wife, assistant, friend, collegue etc...but who is this Ida? Do I truly know? So, my quest has begun and with it I leave in my path confusion, anger, let downs but also new found courage, hope and longing. Weeding through my life's worth and my future crossroads, this will hopefully gain some insight to whom I really am, not what. I am breathing and so are those around me, I lean on them as they lean on me and in my most dark moments, they are my light and the paths I choose will have to be walked alone at times, and at others, I will need to be led by hand or sometimes even carried.