Trucking Along

That’s the best way I can describe it. We’re in cruise mode. There’s swimming and piano and dance. I know the days of the week based on the scheduled activities.

Parenting doesn’t give me fits. Sure, it can be frustrating. But fits? No. A dear friend recently asked me what was the hardest part of having babies, and I couldn’t come up with anything. A sick baby was no fun. But was it hard? Not to me. I think parents are so engrossed in the moment there’s not any time to reflect on whether it’s hard or easy. It just is.

I welcome the challenge of raising two little people, teaching them what I know and what I don’t know. My performance is evaluated almost everyday, and I receive all good marks. Simone and Nadia tell me I am the “meanest Mom ever,” and I thank them for the compliment. They tell me I am the “smartest Mom ever,” and I thank them for the compliment. I always know where I stand. I’d be worried if they didn’t say anything.

At this moment, the challenge for me is my career. It’s not where I want it to be, and I honestly don’t know how to get it where I want it to go. Writing is my purpose, my passion. It is my creative outlet, and it is how I make sense of the world. That’s why I write this blog, to make sense of the world. Something, though, is missing. Regular pay would be nice, but it’s deeper than that. I want more. A lot more.

  • You know, I don’t know what to tell you. Maybe you’re looking outside of yourself for something you should be looking inside to solve.

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