Confession: I’m 43 and I don’t know what I want to do when I grow up. Or what my passions are most days. Am I even a grown up? Some days I don’t feel like one.
I know that sounds like crazy talk. I’m married. I have two kids and a dog and a full-time job in public affairs that I enjoy and that I’m good at. I’ve been recognized at work for some of my achievements.
But some days (most days) I feel like an imposter. Or that I should be so much farther along in my life or know more things. There are days where I can’t believe I’m even a parent and in charge of two little humans (let’s be honest here, they are actually in charge of me). I’m trying not to bash myself here but it’s hard.
The other day I used my favorite tool that I use when I don’t know the answer for something or am trying to learn more about something: Google. God bless Google. I mean, sure I can find myself doom scrolling if I have a health question but damn Google can find it all and then some. Thanks to Google I found this scarymommy article and felt slightly less alone.
However what I’ve been learning about myself and what I’ve been trying to preach on here a bit is making more time for your self and the activities you want.
This summer, I’ve set a small goal to learn more about the creative outlets I like – not just this blog but to learn more social media skills. I like to be creative but not arty if that makes sense – don’t ask me to go to a paint night and expect a masterpiece – I’m there for the wine mainly. I do want to focus on things I like: dogs, reading, finding fun things for my kids and how to share that with the world.
And yes, while my blog posts can sometimes feel a little all over the place, maybe this process will too. But I’m here and ready to learn.
My Life is a Work in Progress 