The purpose of this blog is to reflect on a life as a mother, but not through her children’s or partner’s eyes, more so through her own perspective. What do we see when we look in the mirror? Are we happy with ourselves, with the choices we make? What is happiness anyway? I invite you to come with me in search of these answers.
Tell me, where are you struggling as a mom, a wife, a woman? Let’s look for answers together! This is not just about me, this is much bigger than me. I want to start a conversation, a dialog, and I am hoping something beautiful might come out of this. You might disagree with me, think I’m crazy at times, but I can guarantee there will be times you can relate, hopefully, more of the latter.
For quite some time now I’ve been trying to find a way to weed through my thoughts and feelings in a concise way. Trying to ask the ultimate question – who am I? I am a mother, a wife, a daughter, a friend, an executive assistant to a CEO, a healthy lifestyle follower, someone who has an appreciation for fashion… I could go on and on. But who am I really? What makes me happy and complete? What makes me be ME? How can I better myself and the quality of my life? These questions keep chasing me like a strayed dog, especially since I’ve had my girls.
What sparked this chain of thoughts was a book, which I will tell you about in a second. It is also very important to understand what motivated me and made me stick to the idea of writing a blog (which at this point, I’ll be honest, I have no idea what I’m doing). It was the knowing that I am not alone in this. So many of you moms are going through what I am. Despite our differences, we are all in this together. Working, taking care of the kids, maintaining our home, juggling relationships, managing those itsy bitsy tasks that no one around us seems to notice. Whatever it is that keeps you busy, I know you have your hands full. It’s exhausting. BUT. I will not be using this as a place to get together and cry about how tough our lives are (we can do that over a glass of vino though!). I feel like there is no time left for soul-searching, no time for a quality discussion, for connection.
Gretchen Rubin resonated with me in her book “The Happiness Project” when she told a story about a woman she saw through the window while riding a city bus. It was a rainy day and she saw a woman pushing a stroller. She had an umbrella in one hand, phone in the other, and was frantically trying to cross the street, barely paying attention to her surroundings. Reading this felt way too familiar. Consumed, overwhelmed. Have you ever felt this way?