I am, and always have been, the one who takes care of others. I have spent most of my 50 years cooking and cleaning and washing and bandaging and fixing and doing for others (human and animal) and I am tired. I feel I have sacrificed Me for the sake of everyone else. I desperately want to get out and see things, go places, take care of Me for a change... If only for a little while. It is going to take work. It is going to be 'scary.' It is going to make others have to deal with some change. But I need to do this for me- to make me whole again.