Marching to the beat of your own drum

I brush up some inspirational people in my world, the kind of people who make my pulse quicken a little, who I get, who I know get me, and who motivate me to put down my ramblings into some form other than a cacophony of chaotic and tangental thoughts ricocheting around my head.  The lovely Laney from Crash Test Mummy, is one of those people, and has popped some ideas to mull over up on her clever blog.  I'm going to give it a shot.


More than anything I really want to do something about...
Don't shoot me, I know there are so many incredible causes out there, but today, at this moment in time, I really just want to help grow my boys into fine young men, who are generous with their love, and who live life to their fullest most gorgeous potential.  Sorry, I can't help it.  They are my world.


The values most important to me...
100% committed to life, not being a passenger, a parasite, a victim, but living my fullest, most inspired life, and trying to be a nice person along the way.


My proudest moment...
Hands down, nothing comes close - Baby No 1 (bam), Baby No 2 (bam), Baby No 3 (bam) - who would have thought I was capable of this. 


I want to be remembered for...
Words, lots of them.  And for being a daughter, a wife, a sister, a friend, a mum.


Time stands still when I...
Escape into a book.  Preferably in my white bed in my peaceful bedroom with fat pillows squished up behind my head.  I'm gone.


My most treasured possession....
Lordy, this is tough, feelings are going to be hurt here, seriously I love all the gifts ever given to me, all of them.  But my most treasured possession, right now, would be a glass cube that my mum gave me, that The Husband and I keep our toothbrushes in.  (I know!) It was one of the last things she gave me before she died which makes it so vulnerable. And a pile of old tools of my grandfathers that I keep as ornaments, the sight of these bring back memories of my sister and me playing "dentists" in his shed (amazing that the Sister didn't coerce me into being the patient rather than the blocks of wood in the vice we practiced on).


Something I am totally and emotionally committed to ....
My marriage, my kids, my friendships, being me and living my best possible life.


Phew, once again, I've served myself up on a platter, warts and all.  How about you?  What drum do you march to?   Humour me Peeps, take a moment and have a think....