This Life, Unmeasured
Occasional Nuggets for You
Hey dears,
I’ve been thinking a lot lately. I reached this point where I don’t need to compare myself with others, sort of an unhooking from the need to look sideways.
I used to measure myself up against how other mothers move through their days, how they hold everything together, how it all seems to fit, whereas I felt smaller, dimmed, not enough. It felt tiring and overwhelming.
Somewhere in between school runs, writing in small pockets of time, folding laundry, starting and stopping and starting again, between sessions of therapy and creative workshops I’ve attended, well…something loosened in a way.
I became aware and started to see myself from the outside, noticing my reactions even before I reacted.
It took time because I learned to listen to my needs, to take breaks, and to accept my own pace. My own way of making a life.
It turns out that I’ve been creating my own kind of beautiful which doesn’t always look like much from the outside.
There is creativity, no matter how messy things might seem at times.
There is freedom here, even in the seemingly endless repetition of things I do or choose not to do.
My life is now mine, and I don’t need any more comparisons to make it valid.
I am in it. Alive and present. Living it as it comes, as fully as I can.
I just wanted to share this with you today.
Happy Monday, dears!
