She was an economist. Evaluating the supply and demand of her life. Considering it all. It came to the same imbalanced end. It always did.

She was a horse trader. Each transaction carefully considered. Each repercussion, because there were always some, weighed and measured. It was a riddle without an answer, but she relentlessly searched for the solution.

She was a gambler.   Crowded around the table with wife, mother, executive, daughter, sibling, friend. Shuffling the deck, doling out her cards, considering her odds, waging her bets. If she could just come out ahead….

She was a believer. Each day she was steady. Each day she stayed the course. Each day she was strong. Each day she persevered.  Each day she fought.  Each day she was full of optimism. Each day she did not break.

She was something.

She was not everything.

She was enough.