In the past I've wanted to finish college: I have a masters in education. A loving partner: I have wonderful husband who has been down dark paths with me and found the light at the end of the tunnel and he loves me more than before. We were told we couldn't have children, but God gave us two intelligent, talented, and loving daughters that bless everyday of my life. So what more could I possibly want? My days are full of students to teach, meetings to attend, lesson plans, along with meeting the demands of being a mother and wife. Isn't that what I'd asked for?
Over the last two decades I've attended the needs of those around me: husband, daughters, family, friends, students...but it never was about my needs or wants. I hid my true identity so as not to offend others of different beliefs whether it was societal, educational, or religious.
When I began writing I was afraid of offending others, but found that I was unhappy. My stories became flat. It was when I started being true to myself, listening to and trusting my inner voice, that life really began. And it was this reflection that led me to my answer.
All I want for Christmas is the freedom to be me, unlimited imagination, and plenty of quiet time to create.