The Unfolding of Sarah

Previously

…She was Sarah, the driven executive. She was Sarah, the wife, the mother, the keeper of the chaotic household. And now, more fully than ever, she was Sarah, the poet. The woman who found laughter in the struggle, beauty in the mundane, and a profound, exhilarating sense of purpose in the unfolding of her own wonderfully messy, perfectly imperfect life. The journey had been unexpected, punctuated by burnt toast and feline shenanigans, but it had led her here, to a place of wholeness, where every hemline and every haiku found its rightful, harmonious place. The unfolding was complete, and the woman who emerged was brighter, bolder, and infinitely more herself.