Reimagining the Self Again... and AGAIN
The one about meeting all the benchmarks, doing all the things and ending up alone, by myself... hoping to get to the āreasonā I was never able to have kids... and relief from THE VOID.
I never wanted a career, really, I wanted to be a mom.
I wanted to have a family and I wanted my kids to be involved in my daily, creative life. Sure, there were things I wanted to do, and maybe it seems small, but I never really imagined a life beyond THATā¦ and when that didnāt happen, I was forced to reimagine a life for myself over and overā¦ and over again.
And now, at a time when most moms (that I know) are starting to feel a bit of freedom and empty nest even, they are probably going through a similar feeling of having to reimagine what their lives are going to look like when their sole focus isnāt their kids anymore.
I actually had that plan... the romanticized version of what I was going to do AFTER raising my kids; I was going to to be a writer. I figured by then Iād finally have time to write all the books and stories Iād kept stored in the back of my brain for yearsā¦ THEN, Iād have the time to write, I thought.