For years I’ve been asked what my hobbies are, to which I have typically replied, “My kids.” I think that’s a pretty standard “mom” response, and I don’t think there is anything at all wrong with it. For more than ten years now, my littles have been my world. I have taken my job of teaching them about life pretty seriously, and I plan to continue doing so for many many years to come. However, now that they’re getting older and a little less dependent on me, I’ve found myself mourning the part of me that used to enjoy things other than motherhood, the part of me that used to be able to name off a list of things I loved to do without any hesitation. For the last few months, I’ve done a little soul searching in an attempt to rediscover myself. I’ve realized that very few of my “loves” have stayed the same over the last decade. I feel like I’m not even sure I remember the person I was back then. So much in my life has changed, I have changed, and the things about which I am most passionate have surely changed.
The one thing that hasn’t seemed to change, though–my love for words. I can truly get lost in them. And, although that can often be a huge downfall of mine, I know that my love for all things language has also helped me to become the person that I am today. My ability to communicate in the way that I do has brought me some of the most incredible friendships imaginable, it’s helped me to interview effectively and get offered every job for which I have applied, and it opened the door that ultimately led me down the aisle to say, “I do,” to the woman of my dreams.
Social media has been a huge outlet for me in the past several years as I underwent an incredible transformation. I turned to my virtual world to open up about everything: the good, the bad, the horrible, and the wonderful. Everyone has their opinions about what they believe is or is not appropriate for posting on social media, but writing about and sharing my life has truly been the most therapeutic outlet for me. In that time, many have suggested that I start blogging. I delved in that world several years back but didn’t have a real purpose and eventually let it fizzle out. As I’ve considered the suggestions to begin again, I’ve tried to really narrow down what I would want to focus on if I were to start a blog, but I continuously came up short. I kept putting off the idea because I was worried that my inability to have one main goal for writing would defeat the purpose of a blog and not gain enough interest. But the more I toyed with the idea of blogging again, the more I just wanted to start, regardless of what it was I wrote about. And so, here I am. I’ve decided that I am passionate about entirely too many things to focus on one particular area, so I am just going to write about it all. I’m going to let life guide me and just allow the words to flow as they see fit. And, whether that draws a huge crowd of followers or not, isn’t really what it’s all about for me. It’s about doing what I love to do and finding solace in that.
So, follow along (if you wish), as I turn my passions for all things love, life, education, healthy living, and equality, into purpose…one post at a time.