Sometimes I'm not sure where thoughts come from or how they slide so easily from one direction to another. But today was like that - trying to catch someone as they fell, speaking to someone I had never met and then suddenly finding the house empty. The children gone to friends and Murron quietly watching Charlottes Web. Hearing some music that made me stop still and think so many things at the same time. Sometimes you can question yourself inside out striving to be a better person, but in the end this is who I am. An imperfect magnificent beautiful whole made up from all those moments - who finds it difficult to let people in, who cannot lie, who likes to walk barefoot and eat peanut butter from the jar. Someone who finds it difficult being in a crowd of people, who needs her space, is fiercely loyal and likes to run or stand still just looking. Who will not apologise anymore for who she is and how she is because in the end, in any given moment, we do the best we can.

I do the best I can.