I open my trunk and unload all the lives.
Child, adolescent, young adult
mother, wife, single mother, wife
artist, traveler, believer, friend.
The collage is a good one.
Some days it is painted with colors of regret and disappointment.
Some days with confusion and dismay.
But altogether, this collage of a life,
unpacked and reviewed on the studio table,
looks a lot like a life well lived.
And one not yet complete.