RISKS

I have question myself.  Actually there have been people who have made me feel...  I have to be honest, the person that I want to be or wanted to be.  I question my son often.  How did I do? My son tells me often that I had a great childhood.  I am pleased but I feel like I am not done.   This is why I question myself.  

At 38 years old, I feel like that I have not done anything with my life.  This is a continuous journey.  I don't take risk.  I fear everything.  I just brought house at the request of my son.  The last time I took a risk was 18 years ago.  I became his mother and he became reason why.  I find that so many people challenge me by saying snide remarks and making me feel less then.  Now I have a house, so now I have to take risks.

RISKS...I brought a house.  That was a risk that I have taken recently.  Now I fear I will be or my son will be come a starving artist.  

I keep setting these goals and not succeeding.  RISKS... as a reflection, I have made mistakes, I have been struggling, we have been struggling.  My son has had pain and loss.  He has experienced anxiety and defeat and so have I.

RISKS...