*~*~* My glittering stars *~*~*

I have been thinking about what the hell I'm doing with my life a lot recently. In a rather terrifying moment of realisation, it occurred to me that I have absolutely no idea, and haven't done since I was a child! When I was a little there was one thing I knew with certainty: that I wanted to be a mum. So I guess that's always been the main goal, to eventually be someone's mum. I am forever hopeful that I shall get to tick that one off the list. But in terms of a job, I had some pretty decent ideas there too. There were three options: Vet Archaeologist Author I once had a discussion with my Mum about archaeology. She (quite rightly) pointed out that it isn't all dinosaurs and Ancient Egypt, and over time I came to realise that she was right. I thought that perhaps the other aspects might not appeal to me so much, so that kind of fell by the wayside. The vet option was pretty high on my list. I decided I'd go for it. When I was in year 9

I consider myself an adventurer. I am proud of that fact. I don't mean I go climbing mountains and jumping off cliffs or anything extraordinary like that, rather that I am always keen to try new things, see new places, and meet new people. As you can imagine, and hopefully know first hand, going about your time on this earth in such a way makes for a rather beautiful life. The problem, if you'll pardon me referring to it as such, is that one can never truly be whole when living this kind of life. I refer to this as my patchwork heart. I believe that a great many of us have this same delightfully dazzling condition, painful though it may on occasion be. The best explanation I can give you for this follows. We all go through life giving out little pieces of our hearts to the people we love and meet along the way, and we can only hope to get enough pieces back to make us whole. Our patchwork hearts are what make us beautiful and they will beat forever through the peopl