I would rather be comfortable than fashionable. Even though I feel prettier with makeup on the days I don’t wear it, I am happier. I chose to wear leggings over jeans. Simple is better. Tennis shoes over heels any day.
Despite being able to present in front of large groups of people, it is way more natural for me to be quiet and separate from other people. Yet at the same time, I love helping people and I want to make friends.
I am an optimist, but sometimes the weight of the world and all that happens is too much to hold in my heart and I want to cry and cry.
While I adore my children and want to be around them, I am not good at playing games or coming up with fun crafts to do. My kids are my life. They are my everything and what makes me happy. They are my why.
I probably watch too much T.V. and spend too much time on social media.
I want to be a successful business owner, but I also am okay with the way things are right now. Having extra time to be with my family after a decade of working in a fast-paced, high-demand, high-stress job that required me to be at the ready around the clock has taken its toll, and I am not prepared to jump right back into that.
Being a wife is fantastic and makes me so very happy, but I also like peace and quiet. While I love taking care of others, sometimes I want to be taken care of.
I am more serious than funny.
I overthink everything and still struggle with my confidence.
I wish people were kinder with one another.
Sometimes what I do makes it hard for me to be around other people and really connect.
Writing is where I feel most at home, and yet I am scared to share my voice and terrified of putting my words out into the world, and yet somehow, I keep doing it.
I have said this before, but I literally suck at small talk and my memory is mush these days. I want to be able to converse, but it isn’t easy for me to do this with people outside of work.
I would rather be home than anywhere else.
Why do we keep pushing to move faster, do more, one-up what we did the last time?
There can be room for improvement, but I also think we can just be, and that is enough.
In my jumble of contradictions, I think it is okay. I just want to be who I am and love my skin. I want to wash away mom guilt, and this drive to be made for more, and just be me. Content, confident, and appreciative of each day. Content with my contradictions and completely settled and happy with what is.
So that is where I am now. Just trying to keep things slow and uncomplicated. Content, appreciative in who I am.