Today at work I spoke with some co-workers and their thoughts on working and being a mommy. (I'm obviously still dealing with this internal struggle of working vs. staying at home. It''s driving me mad.) As we talked, I realized I am not alone in this working-mamma world. In fact, I'm actually one of the lucky few who can work part-time and still be home with Hazel. And even more lucky that working part-time means only two days a week. Some mamma's work 5-6 days a week, and I complain about 2. Yikes.
Sometimes I forget to count my blessings.
As we talked on our lunch break, I realized how much I compare myself to others. I'm pretty guilty of this and I also am extremely guilty of searching for the next goal or milestone and forgetting to be proud of the now. For example, Caden and I are both graduated, who both have careers in the fields we would like to pursue for the rest of our working lives, we have a home that we own, a beautiful and healthy baby girl, and two cars that are cute and run well. Yet, I forget those things. I forget to be proud of how far we have come and how much we have accomplished and, instead, I wonder why we aren't putting more into savings, or why we aren't going on vacations, or why we can't afford the things that Joe Shmoe can.
Again, sometimes I forget to count my blessings.
I am extremely fortunate for the things that I have. E X T R E M E L Y fortunate. When I take a step back, away from the stresses and hussle-bussle of every day life, I look into my life from the outside world and can't believe that it's mine. I can't comprehend all that is happening or that I truly have met and exceeded most of my lifelong dreams. 1. Marry someone who makes me laugh every day and completes me. 2. Graduate with my Bachelors Degree in Nursing. 3. Own a home that I love in a great neighborhood. 4. Raise a family of healthy children with my husband.
What more could I ask for?
This blog isn't to brag, or to boast at how great my life is. This blog is to remind me that I am a lucky girl. And when I have hard days and I start to feel down on myself, I can come back to this blog and I can remember that life really is great.
In fact, life is perfect.
