This was a hard prompt to work with – until my lovely Muse gave me some food for thought . . .
When we’re young, we think we have an eternity to do all the things we dream about; we don’t consider how short our fragile lives really are.
As a teenager, I wanted to travel the world, have a successful career, a comfortable life and eventually find someone I would love for all time. And I thought I had endless time in which to achieve my goals.
Even in my twenties, I still believed I had infinity ahead of me.
But one day I woke up and I was forty. Abruptly I came to realise my life span was capped. I didn’t have the alleged limitless time of my youth and what was worse, I hadn’t managed to fulfil all the dreams I once held.
Losing my parents was a wake-up call. It taught me, not only that my life wasn’t infinite, rather it was too short to be unhappy and not doing things I love. So I started making changes.
I walked away from a miserable marriage where I was mistreated and started living for me.
Plunging headlong into a new world, with hope in my heart, I devote myself to writing and my daughter. I don’t have infinity, but I’m happy!