This weekend was filled with familiar routines. Porridge and French toast. Trips to the recycling center and grocery store. Mopping and vacuuming. Laughing and cuddling. It was also filled with much partner reassurance. I've been struggling lately with a lack of an ability to define myself. I have the words: mother, wife, friend, creative soul, student of life...but I lack a clear understanding of what exactly those words mean. This is something that has always weighed heavily on my mind, but I thought that motherhood would bring with it sharper focus of who I am and why I'm here. In some ways, it has. But it's been far less neatly packaged than I hoped. So, I'm just trying to be open. To receive. To embrace the good that is present in my days and to release the rest with the hope that the answers that I need will make themselves apparent. Because it is really good. All of it. I just need to remember it.
Linking up with Amanda at The Habit of Being.