Me – Sort of

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I have put off writing my bio on here for the last five months. Every time I think about it I get overwhelmed, anxious, my palms get all sweaty, and I just do something else like go and bake chocolate chip cookies. It’s hard for me to think about writing who I am in three paragraphs or less. I don’t ever want to define myself on paper nor do I want anyone reading this to hold me to anything because I wrote down 50 things that you might not know about me.

The thing is, I’ve had to write a lot of bios. I have a folder on my desktop called bios. I have really long bios, medium size bios, short bios, bite-size bios, I have bios for my employers, I have bios for the websites that I write for. I have bios with emojis in them. I have bios about my bios. One day, I’ll have to write a bio for my book. And even though that is definitely one of my dreams and I will consider my dream really manifesting if in fact I do need to write a bio for the book I write, I will still probably get sweaty palms and crave processed sugar.

You know, what can I say? I’m in it. I’m raising a child. I’m voice texting this bio to myself right now because I need both hands at the moment. My son is pushing his little rocking chair in the living room and trying to drive it straight into the dogs ribs.

If I had to sum up my bio for this blog, for the #365things project it would be that THIS is my life. This is me trying to articulate my day to day story in 250 words or less everyday. I try to keep it as unscripted and as raw and as authentic and as real as possible. I don’t want to sugarcoat motherhood. Yes it’s amazing, and yes it’s very hard. As I hope to invite mindfulness, presence and peace into my own life – this blog is also witness how they are integrating into my life as a mom/parent/wife.

I hope that if you get anything out of reading this blog, you get that this is not just my life it’s our life. I’m writing about my life, and your life, and your mother’s life, and every other mother’s life. I write these words so that we feel connected, and so that we don’t feel so alone. I write every day because I need to feel that connection. When I feel lost, isolated, or alone, and I share something and one of you let me know that you feel the same way then I feel a connection. And sometimes, at the end of the day, wait, let me rephrase that, at the end of a very long day, feeling connected to all mothers everywhere and every mother who came before me is a reminder to keep on keeping on.

Ramble much? Now you know what the tape is for.  Enjoy. Glad you are here.

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