Living blindly
Sometimes I don't feel like I am living my own life. I'm not sure how to explain it. One day I may wake up and wonder how I got here. I've always done what I assumed I was supposed to do: Got good grades, went to college, got married, had a child, and now I'm raising her the best way I know how. We study alphabet flash cards daily as well as reading and learning 1-10.
What happens if I wake one day and ask where Michelle has gone? Can I still be me? Is there more to life than doing what's expected of me?
What happens if I wake one day and ask where Michelle has gone? Can I still be me? Is there more to life than doing what's expected of me?