Imagine being part of the change you want to see in the world.

Imagine donating money to one of the charities who don’t skim off the top and help rebuild communities that have suffered from the abuse of the past 3 decades.

Imagine donating your time and physical labor.

Imagine teaching your skills to people who want to improve themselves.

Imagine sharing the love your family never gave you growing up.

I know I gave my children more than enough love because they were far too ready to push me away. When I was told to be a helicopter mom, I took it to a level that made sure my kids were as confident as possible in the love of their mother. They sure as hell are going to have mommy issues.

they KNOW their mother is nuts. I guess now the whole damn world is going to know it too.

I want to see the place I feel at home, as imperfect as it is, grow and improve from the ground up.

I want to write about watching the progress and I really want to document how my brain chemistry is changing along the way.

I am going insane. I am acting so far out of character that I don’t know what I’m doing most of the time. I do know that I absolutely love my neighbors even when I dislike the mean things they do and say. I know I love looking outside and seeing the kids playing. I get so sad when the boys from the trusted family stop mid-stride to realize my son is gone for the summer and I don’t know if he’ll be back.

I am going to be part of the positive change in the world. I just don’t know how yet.