Musings on Monday Mornings

I've grown older. By a bit. And it seems strangely poignant that on the eve of another birthday, I find myself back at this blog. So hello dear reader, or Id... whoever is at the other end of this conversation. Let me reacquaint my self with you. Somewhere along the meandering path that is the act of Living, I have had three kids. Life has been generous and beautiful. It has also been humbling. Teaching as it does, through experience and example. The parenting watch has its moments of joy and sublime happiness (often appreciated post event and definitely after everyone is in bed!) and life has largely been very kind. So, Cosmos, no complaints there.  But if there was the slightest niggling feeling, a thought that nagged briefly before being chased away, it would be this: who are you now and what do you stand for? Somewhere in the past 20 years, where we got educated as women and empowered through that exposure, we began to wonder what one's 'mission statement'...