What Was I Thinking?

It's that time again... Finals week. Something that I should've finished by 23 but am doing at the age of 30 with 5 kids and a dog.

I try to let my 13 year son know how important it is to know that every decision that we make has a consequence; positive or negative.

There are many people who have gone through the same traumatic effects that I have that have taken charge of their lives and make them only want better. Me? I wallowed in my depression. I let alcohol and drugs become my therapy.

Don't get me wrong; I am so grateful that God and family gave me a second chance at life. I could've ended up in prison or dead. I wouldn't have my beautiful family or this amazing job, but I still wish I had done it sooner.

Even though I hope and pray that my children make the right choices in the beginning, I want to show them that no matter what they do or mistakes that they make that they can always start over, they can always dream, and that it is NEVER too late to become a better person. I will love them no matter what they do and pick them up if they fall. Just like my wonderful family did for me.

So while I sit here wrapped up in books, paper, and red-bull and I can't type another word; while I wonder where I am going to gather enough energy to be positive at work tomorrow- I think about where I was this day 7 years ago and realize there is no other place I'd rather be than knowing my kids are safe, happy, and healthy and that so am I.