What does it mean to be alive and fighting? Life is hard and sometimes it feels like an uphill battle instead of a warm and welcoming breezy summer day. It doesn’t really matter what point you are at. College. Taking a break. Graduate. Single. Dating. Married. Barista. Designer. Owner. Childless. First-time mom. Twins. Surprise. Why is life so hard and why do we sometimes feel like we just can’t do or aren’t worthy enough to do it? God promised we would have trials. Tests. Failure. But do we really fail? What is failure? If you learn a lesson along the way then is it really failure?
Will you join me to become alive and keep fighting? For me it’s about letting go and embracing God’s will. I dreamed of running in the Olympics when I was a teenager and knew I would have a successful career, as long as I wasn’t a writer. I fought God and felt in control. I must be doing something right if the fight seemed harder and more exhausting, right? My dreams of running didn’t show up in college due to injuries. I quit my “dream” job in the marketing world to be at home more with my daughter and become a freelance writer and editor. Life started getting easier as I gave up. I stopped trying to control everything – okay, this is still daily battle – and realized life is beautiful and I am worth fighting for.
I’m going through some stuff. You are going through some stuff. Let’s get through it together, okay? This is me: wife. Mother. Celiac. Writer. Editor. Dreamer. Coffee lover. MOPS. Change. This last one is my word for the year. I’ll explain this more later.
I know there are other mothers wondering if they are just messed up. Other people struggling with Celiac disease or gluten intolerance. Other writers who are looking for some inspiration. Don’t just read my blog and say, “Yeah, that’s me too.” Tell me why!