Four Into Forty
Four into forty, and I have learned that I both care too much and too little. I haven't allowed myself to be who I am because of the people around me. I keep wanting to know if there is some place where I belong, me, not mom or wife, just me. Maybe the life preservers aren't saved for people like me. My thinking is much too dangerous. To live in a community that embraces you no matter what your views are. That's something that has been a hamper on my whole life. All circles allowed, no squares. So you change and try to shape yourself into that circle, but you're all angles. So where are the squares?