It's Me

What can I define myself? A mother? A writer? An editor?
Being a mother is something that I dreamed of. A writer is something that I like to be. An editor? Hmm.... to be honest, it is not something that I can be proud of. I am not good at it. Yes, I admit it. Tough I try hard to learn to be one.
Being an editor was not my dream at all! Spending a lot of time in front of my laptop, reading someone's mind, correcting their language and grammar... that is sooo not me!
Yet, here I am.
The journey has been up and down. Sometimes  it was fun, sometimes it was just a job. Sometimes, it was just b o r i n g.
But I have someone to lean on. Someone bigger than I am. I never understand his ways, yet I can always trust him to refresh me.

I did (and do) try to learn more; cooking, writing, bringing up children, and planning.(I think, the last one is what I am worst at) In the middle of pushing harder, I got stuck. It happend again and again, leaving me with pieces that I have to pick up. Life must go on. I have to try again. And again...with him who always walks beside me.