The past few days my mind has been racing, racing more than normal. It's been flooded with memories. Part of it stems from going through my old stuff. I found my old notebook from high school and some of the things I was reading brought out so much heart break. Crushes I had that I never acted on. Things I wrote that I wish I'd have told people. Things I dream about turning out differently than they did. Maybe it's normal after 12 years of being a house wife and mother. Maybe some of this is normal. We all need 20 minutes here and there so that we can make sure we're not going off the track, or to put ourselves back on as the case may be.