these past few days (weeks... months?) i've been feeling my mind getting heavier and heavier. i'm realizing now that i need this. i need a space to let my mind breath, to get out thoughts... dreams, goals, memories, questions... journaling is very therapeutic. and i guess i need it these days. because family and close friends are far (so far) away. because my surroundings have changed and i can't help but feel a little lost at times. because a new chapter is starting to unfold and i have no clue as to how it's going to play out...

when one becomes responsible for someone else's life, some things have to be sacrificed... time becomes even more relative, weeks pass by without notice but thirty minutes go by so slow sometimes... showers need to be shorter and naps a little longer to make up for the interrupted sleep. and now, two years into this parenthood thing, i'm just starting to feel comfortable with this new definition of myself. i'm a mom. but i love the fact that it doesn't completely define who i am. it's just that for now, this is the most important role i get to play. one day he (and hopefully his siblings) will be all grown up and they won't need me as much. so i do want to take full advantage of this precious years, but i can't forget that i'm not only a mom, i'm still a daughter, a wife, a sister, a friend... i'm still this person who needs some kind of creative outlet, who needs time to meditate and pray, to make plans and set goals, to feel inspired.