Once again, I am in awe that another year is behind us. Time seems to be picking up speed as it flies past us. My fear of missing out on life’s precious moments is increasing. What’s more, I have found myself alone a lot more these days — as my sons grow more and more independent. The reality that BoBo will soon be moving out and heading south follows with the inevitability that young YaYa will soon be doing the same. As I sit with this truth, all by myself, I take note of how lonely my evenings have become. And I wonder what I will do to fill the emptiness.

It’s good that my sons are heading in this direction. It is what parents want for their children. I mean, I have a list of things I had planned to do after they leave the nest — such as a trip to Mysore India to practice at the KPJAYI, finishing my yoga teacher certification and perhaps actually teaching yoga. I figured I’d be remarried by this time and that I wouldn’t be alone. But I guess I too am growing up and becoming independent. Whoa! That’s a new concept, isn’t it?

Ha!. I am a slow learner.

Try as I might, I cannot fight the inevitable. Honestly, I want to see them grow and become independent.

Whatever my future holds, I am certain that they and *I* will be okay.

Until then, I am trying to relax a little, continue to enjoy being with them whenever I can, and trust that everything will indeed be okay when they are both on their own.

And if I pick up a few skills in the process than that would be good too.