The dream I had at sixteen was marvelous and filled with what I thought success looked like. To me, success meant having the college dorm experience and then moving to a large metropolitan area to work for a fortune 500 company. I envisioned my adult life would consist of working hard and eating strawberries and drinking champagne at swanky business parties. I was a typical starry-eyed teen before ..... I became a pregnant and a mother. My dream shattered, but like the fabled phoenix, new life sprang forth from its demise. From the ashes of my former life, I rebuilt my dream into the one I actually live today. Contrary to what my sixteen year-old-self believed, one can still enjoy strawberries and champagne even if there’s no corner office, or even home office for that matter. One may even enjoy them more if partaking in a stolen moment of indulgence after a long day of parenting.