I almost deleted my entire blog last week and started again from scratch. Sounds extreme, and I finally decided not to, but that's how hard of a reset 2021 is going to be. I had the realization from a handful of casual comments made recently by some of the people closest to me: they don't believe in me . Now, this is not about those people or what they said. I honestly know they didn't really mean anything by their comments. It was what the comments revealed about others' perceptions of me. This is about the realization it made me come to. That being: I'm not who I am . I haven't been for a few years. You see, those comments made me realize that some of the people closest to me don't see me as someone who does hard things, who finishes things, who does what she says she's going to do. At my core that is WHO I AM. I was astounded. I do hard things, I finish things, I do what I damn well say I'm going to do! How could they see me so differentl
Let's not sugarcoat it, 2020 has sucked rocks. In pondering that opening sentence, my teen suggested "2020's mother doesn't even effin’ love it". Indeed. It's been a tough year for us all. Too much to list; you already know. The world has been on fire and most of us feel like all we can do is roast marshmallows while it burns. The repercussions have been far reaching. Finances, health, relationships, community, nothing seems to remain untouched. Often leaving us feeling out of control. I can't control who wins the election, I can't control covid, I can't control the chaos that rages in our world right now, but I can control me. I can control my reactions. I can choose to take care of me and offer a better, stronger me to the world. I’m in no way trying to minimize the bigger picture. Nor am I implying we shouldn’t get in there and fight for the bigger causes, do our part, and help our neighbors. I’m not talking selfishness. What I am saying is