This life, this quiet life, this life I lead so blessed so wonderful so safe, it knaws at me, knaws at my very core and I want to be out there doing something, anything, to feel like at my funeral they'll have something to say, something to remember me by. I'm not asking to singlehandedly overthrow Troy but something, anything ... Just... Take me from the mediocre and put me out there in the worlds they write fairytales about. Sometimes I close my eyes and I think if I just push, just reach, just wait long enough something will click and finally I'll have it, I'll have more adventure than I can wave a wand at

And then at the end of the day I sit here in my chair with my hair blowing into my eyes and I realise that books are just books and movies, just movies, and the greatest adventure I'll probably ever have is motherhood, and each time, something, a very little something, inside me dies.

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