Who Are You

I hurriedly turned into the driveway of my little house on Evergreen Drive, I was late, and I knew it. The line was long at the grocery store, and I hit every light imaginable, and I even think they must have installed a few that I wasn't aware of.

I quickly opened the back door of the car, and grabbed the grocery bag, that had the ingredients for my dinner in it. I fumbled to find my keys in my purse, and ran full tilt buggy for the back door. I clumbsily tried to get the key in the front door and found it just creaked open when I put pressure on it. I must have forgotten to pull it all the way shut when I left for work this morning. This is me making a mental note not to do that again.

I walked in the front door and across the enclosed porch, I felt strange, and I couldn't describe the feeling, however, it was there. It was like I was on the verge of something new, like I was in a new beginning. It was like I was standing on a cliff and I was dangling off of it, suspended in thin air. It was like when I was a little girl, and I would pretend to be swimming, and I would float across the yard, my arms mimicking the movements of what I saw on television and never having to worry about the boyancy of the water. It was a feeling of having a weight lifted off of my shoulders.

It was a calming feeling, and a terrifying experience all at the same time.

I had never experienced anything like this before. I shrugged my shoulders, and I looked back on the day I had, and what a day it was. I had trouble with one of my accounts and it was a very bad day. I ended up in my supervisors office, and explaining why I lost my temper with the biggest account the company had.

It was a day of graveling and apologizing, and making myself sick in the process. In the corporate world I realized that the old saying "that the customer is always right", prevailed no matter what field or what store you were working in. It didn't matter whether "the customer" called you names, used profanity, or insulted you or the company. They were right by default, because it was their dollar and they were willing to spend it.

You were wrong indeed, and that was the unwritten law.

I pushed open the door to the inside of the house, and a woman was sitting on my sofa, and she looked like she belonged there.

Who Are You? What are you doing in my house? How did you get in here? I looked at the woman who was sitting on my sofa, and she looked so at home, I wondered who she was.

"I am you Susan.

I am your new life"