Time

The week leading up to my birthday is not an easy one for me.  It conjures up a multitude of emotions and memories (both good and bad) from my life.  I think of my birth-mother and her struggles and sadness to carry a baby to term, give birth and make that selfless decision to let her go.  As a "love child" of the 1960's I understand that options and societal pressures were not in support of single motherhood.

The other woman in my life, who took over and nurtured me gave her last breath on July 9, 1996.  I was with her, holding her hand and telling her it was ok.  My birthday is July 10th, and I play out those frantic last few days in my mother's life, it is on continual rewind.   That day in July 1996 is surreal to me, it is almost as if time stood still.

 Persistance of Memory - S. Dali

I struggle to appreciate and value my time.  I think as women we have this underlying fault in the ability to say no to others needs and requests.  In both my professional and personal life, I need to learn to put aside some time for me, make a "self-care" appointment.  This blog is my therapy, my time, my voice and it is on a virtual checklist of "Things to make time for."  Dali's painting visually represents how I feel most days - the struggle for time and balance.

Make your list of "Things to make time for," and work on checking them off.  I will let you know my progress.  Stay well my readers! xo vagi