I groom the trails of the white blanketed mountain with specks of rocky terrain with the dessert spoon in hand, tasting the sweet cold stuff on my spoon. Chocolate chips in white mint ice cream take me to that place I long to be. A place of serenity, hope, and solitude. This is my time to learn who I am. Without the chatter and clamber of three young children within my personal space, I succumb to the biochemical high that jousts with the cortisol of the day. Who am I? I am a mother, but without my kids, who am I? I am a wife, but without my husband, who am I? I am an addict, but without food and codependency, who am I? I am a personal trainer and athlete, but without exercise, who am I? I am a daughter, sister, and friend, but without all these people, who am I?
I use to think that I could arrive at an answer by simply asking the question. Now I realize that after shining a spotlight on the fleeting permanence of all these things, I can fully appreciate and learn to love who I really am without all these attachments.
In a quick moment I could see my existence changing course.
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