As I get older, I feel like I have more answers.
And I wonder if it’s because I see more problems.
And if I think I am the one to solve them.
What has caused my eyes to open? Motherhood or simply the experience of getting older?
Have I assumed a burden placed upon me in a world where the leaders, past and present, have failed me? Have failed us?
Often, I am unsure of how I go about solving these problems no one has told me to solve.
They feel too big, and yet, if the answers have come to me, is it or is it not my responsibility to find a home for them?
As I don’t see myself as the answers’ home but the ride they hitch on their way home.