I've been living the daily, domesticated grind for twenty-five years. Tending to a home and family, raising children to become healthy adults, being a wife...a mom, a neighbor, a friend.

I've taken care of people and pets and a house until no end. Sleepless nights, plenty of tears cried. Worry and anxiety and fears and doubt.

That's what the domesticated life is all about.

I have days when I feel like being wild. Getting back to the roots of youth.

Taking risks...and chances. Having fun!

I miss fun. Domestication isn't fun. It can be, sure, but usually, it's stressful and mundane and tiring.

It seems to never end; the 24/7/365 responsibility that accompanies a domesticated life.

I am an animal, indeed, so it's not surprising that I feel this way from time-to-time.

The need to be free. To explore and journey. To go on epic-adventures...and maybe...just to be...me.

To be okay with being me. To be okay with my truth and allowing my truth to shine brightly. To be at peace.

The journey of my soul has been about learning who I REALLY am -- but never forgetting who I was or where I came from. Who I am now is a product of whom I once was, so that "old me" is a pretty important person in my personal history, even if I've grown out of that version of me...it's still vital to remember I wouldn't be the me that I am now if I hadn't been the me that I was then.

A good creed to live by: Live your truth for you.

Think for yourself and love how God loves you.

Be your own truth because true love sets us free.

You don't have to be who everyone thinks you are, as long as you're being who God made you to be.

The world can be deceiving...and you can surely be deceived. Especially when it comes to your #God-worth.

The world will apply a lesser value to your life, but God will always let you know that you are worth more than all the gold in the world. #solglo