I think we’re all just silently assuming that everyone else is handling life better than us, when really we all just desperately want to take a nap.
I really wish that I was the Mom who could physically wake up at 5am to workout before the kids get up, have the discpiline and personal motivation to eat so clean and lift so heavy that I easily had toned arms with abs and a waistline after having two kids, and is so full of daily accomplishments and ideas that I have a year’s worth of content to confidently share with an online audience.
But I’m far too tired for all of this.
Forget having a friend I talk to every day or each week, or girls’ night or weekends, or date nights with my husband, or workout buddies, or book clubs, or enough time to think…. If I get dressed and feed myself and my kids three meals in a day while educating one or all of us on something about life, I consider it a success.
…I guess I’m rambling a bit in vague references. But what I’m trying to say is that I often feel alone, like a girl thrust into the wrong century. My definiton of happiness or success has never matched with the energy around me, and so I’ve made it mean judgment of myself as in, “they don’t like me or value me” because I don’t match the definiton they’re clearly keeping up with.
But I’ve come to realize something. Everyone is trying really hard to be happy. Everyone is trying really hard to be themselves while being exactly who they think they should be. And everyone is lying to themselves about how they feel and what they want. We all just want a simple life, deep down, with rhythms we love waking up to.
The simple things still remain true. And it starts with a long nap first.
