I lost myself. It happened slowly and somewhere among the incessant demands of others. I'm trying to find me but can't because the old me no longer exists. Someone else has taken her place and I haven't figured out who she is. My forever boyfriend comments on this renaissance woman as he watches me tackle things I had crossed off life's list. "WOW" he says, "You would have never done that before!" He's right. The old me wouldn't... but the new me does. I no longer have fears. It makes all the difference.