The Other Part of Me

It’s been 2.5 years since we had our first child. It’s been 1 month since we had our second. We have started doing the normal, everyday domestic things like managing our own house, cooking, and cleaning. We have to have a regular schedule throughout the week now since our first child does go to school and classes on a weekly basis. Even when I have a break, I just want to sit and binge watch some laid-back Netflix show. The only other things I think about doing during a break is catching up on sleep.

Let’s put it this way: it’s been a long time since I’ve thought about me. And I don’t mean in the way that I want to do something and haven’t had a chance. I mean in the way where I think about where I am in life.

Suddenly, my days were just about getting things done and taking care of my family. Everything started to become a routine. I was just trying to get somewhere on time, cook dinner, get laundry done, and get the kids to sleep so I could spend some time with my husband (that is, if one of us hadn’t already passed out from pure exhaustion). My entire goal for the day is to just get through it.

What about me though? I danced, I read, I wrote, I analyzed my life and tried to be grateful for everything that I’ve been fortunate to have. I stopped doing all of that. When I had a spare moment, I went on Facebook and just read the articles that popped up there. I occasionally danced for a friend’s wedding. I completely stopped writing. And I haven’t even thought about keeping a positive mindset or about what I am grateful for.

With all of the things going on in this world, I decided I needed to take a break and read something else rather than the articles on Facebook. I picked up the Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Power of Positive from my bookshelf and am currently trying to read a couple of stories of it when I have a few spare moments.

It has made me realize that I haven’t thought about myself. My passions have taken a backseat currently. It’s not that I’m not enjoying the things I am doing now. It’s just that there is so much more to me than just being a mom and wife. There are things that make me feel alive in a different kind of way. I don’t want to resent not nurturing my passions. I want to feel more. I want to be aware of more.

Writing this post is a promise that I am making to myself to bring this part of me back to life.

Following The Path We Are Meant To

I had a conversation with a friend of mine after I had finished ranting yesterday. She is this amazing person who has changed her life to really follow her dreams and passions. She has found a way to see things with in a positive light no matter what happens. I messaged her yesterday with the hopes of finding the same type of peace I see in her. 

The discussion was interesting. It was about following the path we are meant to take. It revolved around the fact that we have these expectations that we set up for ourselves and when life doesn’t follow and achieve that expectation, we take it hard. We wonder why things aren’t working. 

I believe I honestly feel this intense struggle inside myself. I find that as soon as I make a decision that I’ve not been wanting to make because it’s a big risk or uncharted territory, I feel relieved. I feel like things make sense even if they are scary. 

Following the path we are meant to take means that we accept what life hands us and find a way to believe it will all turn out well. Acceptance will help us be at peace with our struggles and with ourselves. It will help us find a way to really be happy. 

Changing your thoughts and mindset is a big challenge. I have a tendency towards the negative. It’s something I will struggle with all of my life. It takes a lot of active thinking to really adjust my mind so I see the positive instead. 

But I want to see the world as a beautiful place. So I will learn.