Rushing for the Thrill of the Dream

Relatives told me how fulfilling it was to be a mother, to wake up every morning in the bliss of the sun smiling down on you. Rolling out of bed to cook homemade breakfast for your lovely family. To run your fingers across their hair and smile when they leave for school.

That was a lifestyle for them. It was their choice.

But that wasn't mine.

I want more than that. I don't want to stay married to the same man or woman every single morning. I don't want to get up in the morning to cook breakfast for children that I bear.

I want a career. I want bigger things. I want to be remembered as a writer, maybe director. I want to be recognized for what I can give, what I choose to give.