The last few months, since before the fire, I seem to have lost my passion. Part of me feels that its due to environmental issues, emotional changes with my sons energy, the constant running on the treadmill of life, and an overall distrust that romantic love actually is achievable.
I have focused so much on just 'surviving', that I don't find much inspiration in the steps to get there. I am determined to change this. I may even start daily journaling about it.
Today is step 1 - admitting that I am willing to let life inspire me again.
