I want this to be my first post because I believe that in order to get to where we want to be, we have to acknowledge and remember where we started. I believe this to be true in life, relationships, health, career, you name it. While I don’t think that our past defines us and you definitely should not live there, it’s a part of your story; a page in your book.
I want to have this page of mine documented so that 100 posts from now, I can look back at this very first one. It’s a hot summer morning and a very typical one for us. My husband is at work and my kids are playing in the next room. I can hear the crunch of tortilla chips that neither of them asked permission to have. (This surprises me zero percent. *eyeroll*)
Pages in a notebook and notes in my phone have been piling up. I have so much to say, to share. Partially because these thoughts and experiences have been filling my head and let’s face it – that’s prime real estate for a mom – and also because I have a strong desire for my words to reach even one other woman who needs to hear what I’ve penned.
There have been moments in my life that words have escaped me. The magnitude of what I was feeling was so enormous, that articulating it was a feat for which I just couldn’t muster the energy. It’s in those times that I reach for others. It could be a woman in my life; my sister comes to mind. She knows exactly what to say when I need her to say it. Other times it’s a blogger who lives on the opposite coast but somehow her words travel that distance and envelop me like a plush blanket when I crave comfort the most.
My goal is to be that for someone else when she needs it.
Here goes nothing!