Have you ever sat back and wondered, “What the hell happen to time for me?” Well boy did I hit that point recently! In turn I have come to grips with the fact that it is OK for me to make time for me and I am not being a bad mommy or wife by doing so either! If anything I actually may improve my disposition.
Don’t misunderstand the use of the words I’m about to say, but I would really like being something more than just a mom and a wife all the darn time. Now I said “don’t misunderstand” because I don’t want any one to freak out and think that by any means I do not like being either a wife or mother. Or that the use of the word “just” in that sentence means I do not think they are great important things. Being a mother, well, it rocks and I know I will never have a more important job….ever! I also feel that those two words shouldn’t be the only two words to describe me, either! By that I mean I used to a person; a person other than a wife and a mother. It seems as though lately all the words I would pick to describe myself are also relationships to other people. Wife, mother, friend, etc.
Who am I, alone? For sometime now I think I have forgotten who I was. I would catch glimpses of her here and there, but have really lost touch. Damit, I have decided that I'm important too! Maybe I need to get back to the places I would catch those glimpses. I think I started when I decided to sit down and write. Because whether someone out there is reading this or not, I write it for me!
So than, current mission make some more me time and make it a priority!
