Once upon a time, I was a girl with many dreams. An ambitious girl, I set goals every year and worked to achieve them. I had plans. Not all of my goals and plans came to fruition, but I was okay with that and adjusted where necessary. Life happened. I grew up. I did not follow every planned route, but took some great scenic back roads that took me to some wonderful places. All was well. Then, I got pregnant. It was like driving off a cliff into a deep sea of intoxicating, pure love. I was officially derailed. Goals? Gone. Priorities? Completely shaken and reset. Plans? Erased and replaced.
They are school-age now, and I'm trying to remember how to be human.
Surely, there are things that motivate me outside of motherhood. Surely, there is something important to me in addition to my children. Surely, there is a life to be lived that will show my children that there is more to me than just Mommy.
I'm trying to remember.