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My life's river flows ... I go to class where I am the oldest student. I clean the house ... sometimes. I go to bed and rise the next day. I shower. I cook. I do the laundry. Occasionally, I make my bed. I dust and vacuum. I take care of the daily tasks of living ... just. I watch TV. I surf on the net. I am mostly solitary throughout the day. I grow older. When last did I plan a picnic? Go on a hike? Have a long, hearty conversation with someone? Where is the sponeneity of my youth? Little nuggets of it are found along the riverbed ... coffee with a friend, chatting with my children, dinner out. The challenge of being a young mother, constantly on the go, exploring, discovering, glad to have a moment to myself, are gone. The fast running, rocky river has widened, slowed, and I am heading for the sea.
