Can it be?

We get out of bed, turn on the water and start the motions of the day. We take our actions for granted each and ever day it seems, realizing that there is never going to be a time where we stop and say “ enough is enough” and try to recapture the essence of what it was that we thought we were or could have been. Or, is there? Is there going to come a point that we all just throw up our hands and figure out that it is going to be enough, that we are going to get to stand along that fence line with the smile that we seemed to have misplaced so very long ago? I can say that I have found that smile escaping from my lips as of late. How, it seems to be a miracle, and still a bit perplexing. However, even in its peculiarity, it is escaping. Is it the new adventure that I have started, possibly? Could it be that I have finally ended where I started somewhere in the vicinity of thirteen years ago, probably. Or, is it just the fact that life is just life and I have come to terms with the fact that I am my mother’s daughter and that I better just sit back and make some damn good lemonade with that bundle of lemons that I have been thrown?