Who Am I?

I sit at my lap top that sits on a TV tray, with my right leg that is broke in a pretty purple cast propped up on the ledge to my fireplace. I am out of work for awhile and bored out of my mind..Wondering what am I going to do with all of this free time I have..My house needs major cleaning but that is out of the question, I do not have the mobility to even tempt to achieve that task..I have laundry over flowing my hamper but that is obsolete. I can not bend over to take the clothes out of the dryer or carry the laundry basket to fold them...So I am back to the original question "What to do with all of my new free time?"

With my mind muddled from the after affects of vicodine and oxocodone from the day before I am left to ponder my own mind and dig deep within my memories and sort through the bluer of confusion that I have acquired over the last 32 years of my life...I think now with all of this free time on my hands it may not be a bad time to discover who I am and who I want to become....Soul search? What better way to define myself and become the woman I have always wanted to be in life...