Missing

Lately, I've lost many things. I've lost my house/car keys, which turned out to be in the trunk part of my van; I've lost pens, my ID, money, a child, but most importantly, I've lost my sweet, precious mind!

I have no clue where it went! I used to be this creative, artsy person that would spend hours writing, singing, scrapbooking, or sketching...now...I spend hours wiping butts, cleaning the kitchen, washing tables, clothes and other miscellaneous things.

So, I guess, the question is--How do I find me? Where do I begin to look? I am everything that I want to be-a teacher, a mom, a wife...but somehow, I've lost the heart of who I truly am. Where did it go? Is it lost among the paperwork and crumbs of last night's dinner? Is it strewn about over last year's date night? Was it forgotten on the beach in Florida, which is, where I remember the last place I was creative at?

Where is 'me'?

So, I guess it's now time to send out the milk carton ad of a missing girl. One that was once blonde (at least took the time to be blonde), one that adored getting nails/toes done, one that would write poetry, sing songs to her husband over dinner, dance with her children in the middle of the grocery store, one that didn't care about society--but rather appreciated it for what it was worth, the one who collected songs, made up her own, recorded her music on silly tape players, one that had dreams of writing a book, publishing her book and entering poetry contests, and the one that would keep "private" journals with her 'boyfriend' about all the things they could once do, but never did and frankly, probably never will. I am looking for the the one that swore that she wouldn't change who she was at heart to become what she dreamed to be...(and has become and has changed).

....so...if you find this creative, once full of life, bubbly girl--please send her my way. Maybe I can catch her and put her back where she belongs. I truly miss that girl. I do.

I think that my husband misses her too.