When I was a kid， I thought I would grow up to be an actress. I thought I would live in New York City， in a high-rise apartment building， and family of， oh， five or six kids. I thought I'd live an urban， impossibly sophisticated1 life. Money would be no object. Perhaps there would be a private plane. Well， I grew up and left the city for the country. I married and had one child -- an only child， and I work hard to make ends meet. But my life - my rich， imperfect，， contented2 life -- is the one I've built for myself. It's an honest life. It's a life of integrity3. It's a life I love. But to have it， I had to lose my fantasy straight out of the pages of a magazine of what it was that I thought I wanted - of who I thought I was. I was underselling myself， it turned out.
To love， willing to lose people， places， things， dreams， And in place of what is lost， something new emerges4. It may not be what we imagined. But it is beautiful and it is ours.