Coming Alive
I am not a dreamer. I am barely a doer and a planner. For the majority of my mature life I have only held 2 dreams, Marriage and parenthood. Career was never really a dream, it was part of a plan. In my early to mid 20s I realized those 2 dreams, and subsequently drowned in them. Not in a bad way necessarily. In a full immersion kind of way. I dove in full force and lost myself. I honestly had no idea how much until 7 years into parenting I started coming out of the baby fog and realizing there wasn’t any recognizable me left. I didn’t dress the same, do the same things, even eat the same as I had just a few years prior. I realized I needed to come back to myself. I started dropping extra activities and responsibilities I had picked up. I started clearing my closet to find clothes that I loved wearing. These things I had picked up weren’t me per se they were just things to do to feel more grown up. The truth is I am not sure how “grown-up” I want to be or God calls me to be. In sea...