a scribble of jo

I didn’t know this is how life would go. When I was 8 and thought I’d become a pilot, I could anticipate the clouds. When I was 12 and changed my dream to owning a bookstore, I knew I’d find the smell of book pages comforting. But here I am, a mom of three little chickadees I never imagined raising on my own. Here I am, a widow for a love’s life cut short. Here I am, a stranger to my own life. I never could have anticipated I would feel this out of place with my own existence.

I guess there’s hope in this, though. As a stranger in this land, I can live with my eyes elsewhere.