Flat Broke with Two Goats

by Jennifer McGaha

I realized that if someone told me right then that I could go back ten years, have my old life back exactly as it was, a life where I never saw my husband, where our lives were always about becoming instead of being, I would have refused.

Given the alternative of that life or this one, I would choose this one. And then, for once, instead of trying to fill in the rest of that thought—but I really wish we had—I tried to leave it just as it was: I choose this.