Lately I’ve been thinking…am I brave? I always considered myself to be brave. I’ve managed some extremely difficult situations. I’ve tried new things. I’ve gone to new places. I moved away from home to live in a new city with less than $1000 in my pocket. I’ve stood up for myself. I’ve spoken in front
Author: Sara Orris
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Lately I’ve been thinking… Am I happy? There was a point in my adult life when I knew, for a fact, I was not happy. I was not depressed. I was able to find some joy but I was definitely not living a happy life. I was overwhelmed, worried, and bombarded by stress
I’m still not thrilled to be headed into a new school year but at least I have a goal to work toward. I’m going to be a good human. Seems simple enough.
I know we will look back on this summer and describe it as, “the summer Dad/Grandpa had cancer”. Whenever we look at pictures or question why we didn’t do a usual summer event or tradition the explanation will be, “oh right, that’s the summer Dad/Grandpa had cancer”.
Despite my attempts to exercise regularly the effort was simply not enough. I was not happy of the body I stared at every day and I was so tired of being mentally wrung out. I needed an outlet and I needed a change. So now, I kickbox.
Homeownership. It’s the dream of most adults to eventually own their home, right? I look at commercials now depicting young couples excitedly taking selfies in their brand new homes and I think…suckers.
Two years ago my littlest daughter decided she wanted to become a dancer. I had successfully avoided dance mom status with the other two girls as they had both leaned (or were pushed) toward sports like soccer and basketball. My youngest, however, was determined to resist my shoves no matter how pink her cleats and shin guards were.
May is the WORST. Every year I say May is the worst and I swear to God, every year May gets worse.
We hear, “you’re going to miss this when it’s over” or “you’ll look back on this and smile” and other annoying cliches from older parents all of the time. But as I’m beginning to identify with those “older” (gasp) parents I have to say, they were right.