Forgotten Dreams

When someone gives us advise we don't always take their suggestion to heart. However after a stressful time in my life I had several people tell me I needed to take care of myself. Women and caregivers tend to help others before they do things for themselves. Which is the situation I found myself in after my mother's passing. When the third person told me I needed to take care of myself so I can take better care of others I decided someone (or three people in my case) were trying to tell me something.
Reflecting on the advise of friends I realized a part of me has been left by the wayside as I helped my family travel the road of tragedy and loss. Everyday routines become crowded with responsibilities and I've forgotten the pleasure and necessary of my writing. As I drove to work recently I had to stop due to road construction. As the traffic slowly moved forward I found myself stopped in front of this house. It reminded me of forgotten dreams and to me represented my life without writing.
All of my adult life writing has been my passion. A necessary part of my life that helped smooth out the rough parts.
As I do research for a new story and the plot is forming in my mind I find myself smiling as the balance wheel is back in my life. 
Follow your passion as see where it will lead you.