When I was forty years old, I experienced one of those life defining revelations. I call it an epiphany, though for many it might seem like a “duh” moment. I was a very busy working mother of four sons – three teenagers and a three-year-old. I was immersed in working at three jobs, racing around to school and athletic events, eliminating diapers and bottles from my life, juggling finances that officially qualified me as the “working poor” – and generally keeping my head down and my feet moving. Every bit of time and energy went into managing a life that for all intents and purposes was filled with things that weren’t working very well. The image of a hamster running on a wheel comes to mind.