Tuesday, August 18, 2009

I don't have time to think of a clever title to this post

I am already worn out and school doesn't start back until next week. You see, I am a working mom, in my second year of a 3 year graduate program. I have 2 kids, ages 7 and 3, and 3 stepkids, ages 20, 18, and 14. I am a busy woman. I am married to a man who likes to make crazy decisions at the last minute, which really adds so much to the hectic nature of my life... an example: "honey, I am going to open a mechanic shop next week"... what the ??? He is a special education teacher, and sprung this one on me in the middle of last school year. He not only said it, but actually did open the shop, right before the craziness of the holidays came upon us, and right smack in the middle of my first year of grad school. But I am not surprised by these things anymore... I have been with this man for 12 years and have come to expect the unexpected.
So why this blog?
I need a place to journal about the crazy whirlwind I live in without censorship. Don't get me wrong... I love my life and wouldn't change it (well, maybe a little...I could live with less debt and more money, but who wouldn't?) I love being a mom, a wife, a student and I also find great value in the work I do. But I do feel like I am spread way too thin most of the time. I worry that I'm not giving my kids enough of what they need, that I'm not being a supportive enough wife, that I'm not giving my clients what they really deserve. Since I started school last year, I have worried that I'm not doing enough to really become good at what I am going to do when I graduate. Not to mention all the relatives and friends that I neglect... Can you see a theme here?
I am trying to accept things for what they are, myself included. I want to believe that I really am enough, and that God thinks so too. So if you have found me here, welcome to my journey through inadequacy and guilt toward peace of mind and confidence that what I have to offer and what I am doing really truly is enough.

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