If I asked you the question, "What do you do?" what would you say?
If you are like most people, you would tell me the name of your job.
My job isn't me though, and your job is not you. So maybe we should change that conversation.
It's hard. It's so hard, especially for people like me who really put a lot of value on work. I work a lot. I think about work a lot. I struggle to disconnect from work. I spend way too much time thinking about work, even when I'm not "technically" working. I actually love working, I love being productive, and I love earning money. I said many years ago that I would never again allow myself to be in a position where I had to rely on anyone else to pay my bills, and I will do everything in my power to make that so, for as long as I live.
I'm still not my job and even if you agree with everything I just said, you aren't your job either.
So what do I do?
I run slow miles.
I dance like nobody's watching in Zumba class.
I mom really hard.
I make a killer lasagna.
I love, love, love. Wildly, unabashedly, and so, so much.
I write lots of words and sometimes I share them.
I motivate, unintentionally, and only sometimes.
I spend mornings with The Big Guy, talking about what I'm thankful for, what I need, and what the world needs.
I listen and I hear.
I advocate for those who can't advocate for themselves.
I give and I help.
I am more than my job, and so are you. So what do you do?
That is my most hated question ever. Everyone assumes that I have zero intelligence because I'm a stay at home parent. Then they learn that I have started home schooling and start looking for 4 tiny violins and denim jumpers with matching garb from head to toe.
I feel like I've lost a lot of my 'self' over the last dozen or so years. Mostly, I just try to survive.
We are so the same. I ALSO make a killer lasagna! :)
I do NOT run. Ha...
I write. I podcast. I photograph (sometimes). I am at war with my motherhood and grieve it more than anything, these days, but I dog mom hard. :)
When someone asks me that question - I reply, "Whatever it takes".
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