I quit my job. My real job. You know the one where you go everyday or multiple times a week and do work and then get paid? Yeah, that one. It’s been almost 2 years since I did that but there are still some days that it feels like it was yesterday. When I first decided to quit my job I had all sorts of expectations as to what I’d do all day, how I’d feel, what kind of Mom I would be, how clean my house would be … well, you get the point, right?
Deciding to quit my Registered Nurse career and stay at home with my kids wasn’t an easy decision. If I’m being completely honest, I didn’t love my job, but I liked my income. Once upon a time, quite some time ago, in the early stages of my career, I would have told you that I loved my job. I didn’t have kids and I went to work and came home, had a few days off and then I went to work again a couple of days later and I didn’t think twice. I loved the people that I worked with and I loved the people that I cared for and their families. And then I had kids.
Take a good hard look. This right here is the real face of motherhood. This isn’t your average highlight reel. There’s no makeup, no sense of fashion — in fact there isn’t even a hair comb or a toothbrush at this point. I didn’t even slap a pretty filter on this photo. And, so you may ask … why in fact would you show anyone this picture of you? Why would you paint yourself in such an awful, unforgiving light? Why would you show the world this very unflattering photo of yourself?
The answer is simple. I am TIRED. I am tired of social media always showing me someone else’s highlight reel. Look anywhere on social media and you will find photos of what a Mom “should” look like. Lipstick, makeup, a perfect body and a perfectlytaken care of house — all smiles and zero TRUTH. I am tired of not telling the truth of what being a Mom really looks like.
I never knew having a daughter could stir up so many emotions in my heart. Yes, she is a dreamer. She’s 8 and always saying things like … “when I grow up Mom I want to be a …” And all I can think of is — Don’t grow up. You are perfect just the way you are.
Four hours a week is all it takes to live your best life … maybe not even that much time. 4 hours. If your life isn’t worth 4 hours then you don’t have a life. Someone just told me that in a podcast that I’m listening to. And, honestly, I couldn’t agree more.
Over the last year and a half I’ve made some pretty good decisions to help me LIVE my best life. What I can tell you looking back at who I was before I started this Happy & Healthy Life Project is that I wasn’t living my best life.