Girl on a Mission

Please indulge me for a minute while I back my story up a bit. I am many things, I’m a mother, I’m a daughter, I’m a sister, I’m a friend, I’m a long lost friend, I’m an ex-friend, I’m an ex-wife, I’m a soon-to-be ex-wife. I’m a student, I’m an entrepreneur, I’m an activist, I’m a pacifist, I’m anorexic, I’m a clean freak. I’m a runner, when I’m on the treadmill, sometimes I wish I could stay there forever, kinda like Forrest Gump (although, I’m probably more like Tom Hanks’ character in Castaway...and yes, I’m pretty sure that will be fodder for therapy soon). I’m a rock climber, an aspiring stand up paddle surfer, and a future snowboarding goddess. I’m a recovering alcoholic that has more 30 day medallions than should be allowed, but they told me to keep coming back, and I did. And I’m also apparently, “a girl on a mission.” This last one is in quotes because I was told that last night by a long lost friend and can now add it to my many other “I am’s”. I can be labeled in many ways, but today I think I’ll stick with “girl on a mission.”