Adulting at it's ...

When you think you've got it, you don't. I'll be honest there is a lot of emotion here. I have reached an age where I look back, reviewing memories and I wonder HOW I HAVE MADE IT THIS FAR... I have birthed 5, raised 6. I am MOM. It's what I hold close to my heart, I hold value in and honor. It is the best, the wildest, the craziest, the saddest, the hardest job to do... because there is no "completion".

Jobs have a completion: a submission, a deadline, a finality to. Not this job. This we take to the core of crazy. It's WHAT we are. But the job I have, my career has given me great joy and has also been a mess. I have been an independent contractor (this I will elaborate on later) for 25 years now. I have considered myself successful, but not boastful. I am a humble individual, with an inferiority complex? That's what I am.

I am a wife. Actually, this is a really difficult thing for me to grasp. How do I say WIFE. And feel like I am proud: of the way I handle, treat and love my husband? Well, let's say he is a sweet man (more on this later) I like to say "the equipment I was given for my gear bag, was NOT for the sport I signed up for" .... needless to say, I am no athlete.

But I am MOM, wife and a few other titles I have collected along the years.

I suck at them ALL. Until I don't. I am awesome at a few. Until I am NOT.