A New Year…
A New Year…
2015 went by in the blink of an eye. It brought so many good memories; my big girl turned 4,
my baby turned 1, I got engaged to my prince charming, and I found the Mother’s Nest.
But it was also one of the most stressful years I’ve had. I juggled staying home with two
children, teaching dance, and continuing my schooling. Everyday felt like a challenge. Everyday
consisted of dragging myself out of bed and trying to leave the negative thoughts there. But
those pesky thoughts don’t like to stay put, do they?
I constantly look at my life and try to find a reason why I feel this way. Why do I let myself get
so stressed out? Why do I let the anxiety consume me?
Yes, raising two children is crazy, but they are healthy and so smart. Trying to get schoolwork
done with screaming kids is stressful, but it’s also my choice, and it will pay off when I’m
Nowadays, thanks to social media, it’s so easy to get caught up in wanting the “perfect” life.
There are moms who seem to be Martha Stewart, and young adults who are finishing their
degree. We constantly compare ourselves.
But, you know what? If you look at my page, I seem to have the “perfect” life too.
From the outside, I have a cookie-cutter life. But on the inside, I feel like I’m drowning. And it’s
all because I let myself feel that way.
Perfect should not be the lives we see others living. Perfect should be what we see in our own
hearts and minds. What perfect is for us. My perfect is having a warm home filled with love,
laughter, and support. Maintaining a passion and purpose; raising children, teaching dance,
and completing my degree. And having a great network of friends; The Nest. Despite the crazy,
I have my perfect life.
So, here we are in 2016. A new year always means a new start. I never make resolutions. I
simply try to be kind and have an open heart and I usually think that’s enough. But it’s not. I
have to accept and be kind to myself as well. I have to stop dwelling on the little hardships, and
acknowledge the joy in my everyday life.
In 2016, I resolute to truly throw the negative and stressful thoughts out the door. I will no
longer leave them in bed to pick up when I go to sleep at night. This morning when I cleaned
the poop massacre before having my morning coffee, I did it with a smile on my face instead of
cursing under my breath. One day, there won’t be any messes to clean.
2016 is my 26th year. It’s time I made it a good one.