When I grow up I want to be...
Didn't we all have dreams of grandure growing up. We knew we were going to do great things with our lives. I laid in bed thinking about my life. I suddenly felt disappointed in my accomplishments. So as the kids lay asleep, I lay crying about the life I thought I lost.
Days later I realized why I was crying. Why it hurt me so much feel like I have more do with my life. Different dramatic events had taken place that had exhausted me emotionally. I don't vent to anyone except my laptop and I was so upset that I couldn't get out a single word let alone string together a sentence or two. There were a shit-load of things that needed to be done around the house. I was freaking broke and my significant other was doing his usual complaining about this and that and the kids seemed to need everything all at once and.... I was ready to explode!
This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
...In my most recent blog I took some time to get out some very personal thoughts and emotions I am working through. As a working mom, writer and everything else we women try to be, I'm sure I'm not alone in feeling like despite my best efforts-I'm not enough. Check out my blog and leave your thoughts and experiences. I'm excited to hear your stories.