So, I fell off the side of the earth and landed in Wonderland . . . or is it Neverland? These days I’m not quite sure.
I used to write to explore a world I was anchored in. I was a student who was passionate about academics. I was a single woman striking out. Then I got married. New world, less writing.
To find myself, I also needed to learn the relationship and that left less time for writing out my thoughts.
Then I stopped writing. Did you notice?
Here’s the thing.
I’ve lost my anchor.
I don’t know who I am anymore because my life has done a 180.
I’m a stay at home mama now and I have no clue what that means but I’m willing to explore it. Eager, maybe, amid the fear.
A wise woman I know called motherhood “kingdom work” and it is, but it’s the most terrifying call I could have been given. As I look into little dude’s sleeping face I’m amazed that we were entrusted with this special gift, blessed beyond measure as I watch him walk through even these first few weeks. Yet, I grieve the loss of who I was. I’m no longer the woman I was and that’s okay but her passing needs to be noted, worked through, celebrated even and then we move on.
Now, if I can just figure out how to get a little more sleep maybe I can come back here and write 🙂