I wish to dance and find music in my life again

There is something about daily drudgery and countless battles with "those who do not believe in what is right" that wears a spirit down. I feel like Tinker Bell who's lost her glow and has no pixie dust left to allow anyone to fly.  The corporate rat race has eaten bits of my soul until I no longer recognize the blogs of the Prata Princess.  

It is a time of growth.  A different stage in life where I find myself making even more difficult choices (it doesn't seem to get any easier!).  

Now, however, it truly is a choice. It is no longer life handing things fait accompli into my lap.  I find myself belatedly having to rechart my course.  All I pray for is a trusty wind, fair weather and a map.  

On more mundane news, I've gotten myself a Mac so am inspired to write again.

I am seizing the reins and getting life back on track.