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Thursday, September 12, 2013
Is that just me?
So here I go... putting myself out there. Making myself vulnerable. Going after something I am so absolutely passionate about but at the same time doubting my abilities of accomplishing it. You know that feeling? Wanting something so badly that it makes you queasy with excitement but also feel nauseous with the notion you might not succeed. Oh, is that just me?
Well I'm in that moment. I am in a vulnerable state of not sure of what I'm doing, but also so driven with the vision that nothing can stop me, but also paralyzed by not being able to accomplish it. Again, is that just me?
I've told pretty much anyone when asked what would make me happy career-wise, and passion-wise, it's to write. I've written a newsletter for family and friends, resumes and cover letters, newsletters professionally, contemplated writing a book, and most recently I've been writing my blog. When I sit down to write my blog I get excited, feel empowered, feel alive, validated, and important. Why does writing 500-600 words a week about my life and family provide all these amazing affirmations? Because I love it. I love everything about it. I love to write, and I especially love to write about my family.
So today a friend texts me about this new blogger opportunity that came open. I've read and followed this blog in the past. There have been two so far and the reigns are being passed on for a third time. What I wouldn't do to have this opportunity. I know I would be great. I know I would represent this organization well. So I did the unthinkable (unthinkable only in my mind) and I recorded a 60 second video and submitted my application for consideration.
I put myself out there. And for some odd reason, I'm not completely terrified. I am not one who likes to be on video putting myself out there. At least not until now. Something about this new opportunity speaks to me like I've never felt before. Ever feel like you are compelled beyond something outside of you and you look at what you're doing and have no idea where this inner strength came from? It's as if it wasn't you who is accomplishing this tremendous feat, but it really is. I have these moments from time to time. I don't plan them nor can I predict them. All of a sudden my self goes into autopilot and what I can accomplish amazes me. Is that just me?
Well here I am. Putting myself out there. Even on video! And I will admit, if it doesn't work out, I will be bummed. But I'm proud of myself nevertheless. I'm proud of my feat, autopilot or not. Here's to those rare moments where you go for it and don't look back. Here's to living outside your comfort zone. Here's to hoping it's not just me. #veritymom
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Verity Credit Union Mom Blogger
Well I'm in that moment. I am in a vulnerable state of not sure of what I'm doing, but also so driven with the vision that nothing can stop me, but also paralyzed by not being able to accomplish it. Again, is that just me?
I've told pretty much anyone when asked what would make me happy career-wise, and passion-wise, it's to write. I've written a newsletter for family and friends, resumes and cover letters, newsletters professionally, contemplated writing a book, and most recently I've been writing my blog. When I sit down to write my blog I get excited, feel empowered, feel alive, validated, and important. Why does writing 500-600 words a week about my life and family provide all these amazing affirmations? Because I love it. I love everything about it. I love to write, and I especially love to write about my family.
So today a friend texts me about this new blogger opportunity that came open. I've read and followed this blog in the past. There have been two so far and the reigns are being passed on for a third time. What I wouldn't do to have this opportunity. I know I would be great. I know I would represent this organization well. So I did the unthinkable (unthinkable only in my mind) and I recorded a 60 second video and submitted my application for consideration.
I put myself out there. And for some odd reason, I'm not completely terrified. I am not one who likes to be on video putting myself out there. At least not until now. Something about this new opportunity speaks to me like I've never felt before. Ever feel like you are compelled beyond something outside of you and you look at what you're doing and have no idea where this inner strength came from? It's as if it wasn't you who is accomplishing this tremendous feat, but it really is. I have these moments from time to time. I don't plan them nor can I predict them. All of a sudden my self goes into autopilot and what I can accomplish amazes me. Is that just me?
Well here I am. Putting myself out there. Even on video! And I will admit, if it doesn't work out, I will be bummed. But I'm proud of myself nevertheless. I'm proud of my feat, autopilot or not. Here's to those rare moments where you go for it and don't look back. Here's to living outside your comfort zone. Here's to hoping it's not just me. #veritymom
Check it out!!
Verity Credit Union Mom Blogger
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
How can it be?
I just walked back from school after seeing off my 1st and 3rd graders for their first day. This is the year that just seemed so far off. All my babies are in school. I keep asking myself, and my husband, and my kids, and my mom, and pretty much anyone who cares to listen, how can it be? How is it possible that all my kids are in school this year? Well my youngest doesn't start kindergarten until Monday, but the other three all started today. And if having all my babies in school isn't hard enough, my oldest is a senior in high school! Seriously, how can it be?
I remember it so vividly when my oldest started kindergarten. At that time in my life, I thought I would not have any more kids. No man was worthy of me and my baby. So when he started his first day, I was literally a mess. It was the first and last time I would see my child start his first day of school. So I thought. Three kids, 12 years, and a worthy man later, I am about to see my youngest and LAST start kindergarten on Monday. It's one of those moments in life you just aren't prepared for. It seemed so far in the distance that I just didn't spend a lot of energy on preparing for it. I didn't give it much thought. Until today. Today it hit me. I am old. Well maybe I'm not old, but I feel old. And my kids definitely didn't stay little babies even after I begged them to. My oldest is a senior in high school and my youngest starts kindergarten. How can it be?
My husband and I would occasionally talk about this day. We would be giddy with excitement talking about the day they would all be in school, no more daycare costs, my husband would have his days off during the week to himself, and we would finally have some "free" time. So here I am sitting on the computer with a pit in my stomach thinking about how much I wasn't ready for this day. What I want to do is spread all their baby and toddler photos out on the living room floor and go through each one and cry with a box of Kleenex and a blanket around my shoulders and talk about the moment each picture was taken. It would be a sad, emotionally heavy scene out of a really bad Hallmark movie. And I would ask myself (you guessed it), how can it be?
But I won't. I will instead choose to be as present as possible and just enjoy the time they're at right now. Because I know this day will soon enough be a day I will look back at and wish that time was here again. There will be a day that my little kindergartner, the little bundle of absolute 5-year old joy, will be off to his first day as a senior in high school. And I will look at the picture of his first day of kindergarten and remember how sad I was that he was starting kindergarten. And when that day comes, that day that seems so far in the distance, I will ask myself, how can it be?
I remember it so vividly when my oldest started kindergarten. At that time in my life, I thought I would not have any more kids. No man was worthy of me and my baby. So when he started his first day, I was literally a mess. It was the first and last time I would see my child start his first day of school. So I thought. Three kids, 12 years, and a worthy man later, I am about to see my youngest and LAST start kindergarten on Monday. It's one of those moments in life you just aren't prepared for. It seemed so far in the distance that I just didn't spend a lot of energy on preparing for it. I didn't give it much thought. Until today. Today it hit me. I am old. Well maybe I'm not old, but I feel old. And my kids definitely didn't stay little babies even after I begged them to. My oldest is a senior in high school and my youngest starts kindergarten. How can it be?
My husband and I would occasionally talk about this day. We would be giddy with excitement talking about the day they would all be in school, no more daycare costs, my husband would have his days off during the week to himself, and we would finally have some "free" time. So here I am sitting on the computer with a pit in my stomach thinking about how much I wasn't ready for this day. What I want to do is spread all their baby and toddler photos out on the living room floor and go through each one and cry with a box of Kleenex and a blanket around my shoulders and talk about the moment each picture was taken. It would be a sad, emotionally heavy scene out of a really bad Hallmark movie. And I would ask myself (you guessed it), how can it be?
But I won't. I will instead choose to be as present as possible and just enjoy the time they're at right now. Because I know this day will soon enough be a day I will look back at and wish that time was here again. There will be a day that my little kindergartner, the little bundle of absolute 5-year old joy, will be off to his first day as a senior in high school. And I will look at the picture of his first day of kindergarten and remember how sad I was that he was starting kindergarten. And when that day comes, that day that seems so far in the distance, I will ask myself, how can it be?
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