I try to live my life without regrets. Are there things that I wish were different? Absolutely. But when I look hindsight I try to find gratitude in the lesson and the bigger picture of how it all unfolds.
So as July arrives and I am overcome with weepiness, it’s really not in regret. July 1 arrives and I very immediately realize that this month I will officially have a kindergartener and a two year old. My babies are getting older. Obv.
So why am I weeping?
Because I am insanely clear that I’ve been missing it. Between my frustration and fear and constant focus on work, I have been missing it. I have been missing the flow of motherhood. Missing the joy of sweet little discoveries, vivid imagination, newly developed senses of humor. I’ve been focusing on the constant noise and chatter and fighting and missing how they love each other. While all of that is changing in this very moment, I can only be this present to what I have been missing by getting intentional. No bullshit gratitude. The real deal stuff. The extra long snuggles in the morning or eating dinner on my lap. The skipping and laughing through the path of Barbie accessories. And as I become very present to what is right in front of me, there is a glimmer of realization of what I have probably missed. Yes. There may be a tinge of regret. But my weepiness comes from gratitude. Gratitude that I caught it. Caught it now before its too late. Before I miss it all. So when people questioned my 21 days of intentional living, this blog, or my 7 day abstinence from social media, all I can tell you is this. I only have 6,570 days with my babies (if I’m insanely lucky) and 21 days totally devoted to getting my shit straight is a very small investment.
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