(I wrote this on Saturday–because Sunday is a stay home day of “rest”).

Today as I was driving to get my kids under armour shirts–these fancy shirts that they wear under their soccer jerseys to keep them warm . . .  I saw a woman on a bike.

I recognized this women because a few weeks earlier she asked me where a church was so that she could get dinner and she was stressed because they close the doors at a certain time.  I felt for her–unfortunately I was the next city over and being newish to the area I didn’t have an idea of where she needed to go.  I know her pain–I know what it is like to be alone, to be hungry and to be without a home.  I was at a park pushing one kid on a swing while the other played soccer.  I thought I could check my iphone but it was in the car.  I was no help at all.  My mind kept going from where I am now to where she is, where I was and I wonder where she will end up.  I have hope.

I felt guilty.  I have money to buy my kids special shirts to keep them warm, I have money to put them in soccer, I have money for a car with gas, I have an iPhone.  I sleep in a nice house and I eat good food.  Maybe guilty is the right word . . . I feel very blessed and very fortunate.

This month of honesty has started me questioning everything.  As I identify each area of my life that I feel is out of balance, I am creating a “schedule” of what I want to change and how I might go about it.  I am remaining flexible as I add things and accomplish tasks.

It is sort of overwhelming but the best part has been people who have responded to say they feel the same way.  When I write or when I say it out loud, I end up letting it go and because of you I do not feel like I am alone.

Thank you so much for reading and sharing your stories–because we really do share the same pages of our own story.