I blame those Christmas newsletters!
As 2006 comes to a close, why am I haunted by a nagging feeling that I'm not enough? I can't chalk it up to envy. I would rather have my family, our budget, and my work at home than any of my working friends'. I've made these choices, and I'm content.
Too content? Part of me feels like I could drift along for years like this. Before I know it, the children will be grown and gone, but I'll still be right here. And I'll regret what I didn't do: use my education, change the world, leave a mark. I know, I know--I'm raising children, which is practically the same thing.
Except when it's not. Please tell me I'm not the only one who wonders.