Confessions of a Free Range Prolapsed Catholic

I used to think it was my birth family that motivated me. Then I thought it was the religion into which I was immersed that motivated me. Then I thought my own family, spouse, children and grandchildren motivated me. Now? It’s just me that motivates, holds, challenges, respects, loves me more than anything. Wrapped in what and who and how I have loved and been loved and challenged me to be me, I am my own motivator!