My regular exploits in dreaming evaporated once I became a mother. At that time I chose self-reliance as my lifestyle. It’s not that I hadn’t always been an independent woman, because I had actually really lived a dream life— what for some would be a complete life by that time. It had been a life that included traveling, lots of exposure, love and living abroad. However, once my son was born, I went overboard because I loved parenting. Before I realized it, even though I was apparently holding it all together to the outside world, my psyche began to suffer for this choice. Because I put ME last. And I forgot how to dream.
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