Cleaning House

Hey Ladies~ It is time to clean this house and by clean I mean cleanse my brain of all the filth that has been piling up over the last several months. I have long since fancied myself a writer. You can clearly see that that ship sailed on January 25. That was the last time I wrote anything that wasn't a check or a grocery list. When that happens and so much time passes without a good deep cleanse, I become blocked. My energy piles higher and higher until I become so overloaded that I come frightenly close to exploding. And not in a good way most times. I have a writing assignment that is due...way overdue actually...in a few days. I don't remember how to be creative and to get into a good writing place right now. I don't know what to write or how to make anything make sense. The Power Shower has become a trickle. I am now getting involved in a new book that is wonderful and I want to share and shout it from the rooftops and I want to write about it and write it outloud and make it clear and easy for everyone to harnass. So Long Insecurity by Beth Moore. I am just learning about who Beth Moore is and she is awesome. She is insanely insecure, so am I. So are you. I am battle-worn from my fight against this disease and it is swallowing me whole. I need to read it and I am out of time to read it. I am deeply vested in my Thirty-One business and it has been wonderful but I have let it become work instead of the blessing that it is meant to be. I am working at Boise State a few hours a week, but the logistics of getting there and getting anything done coupled with the guilt of leaving Pete with the girls multiple nights a week is piling up and making it hardly worth the money I am making while I am there. I ignore the girls to such a degree that they are wondering where I am when I am right in front of them. Something has got to give. I was offered an opportunity with Boise State to work as much as I want or as little. You can't pass that up, right? I promoted twice within a year with Thirty-One... that has to be good right? I am home with the girls everyday so that makes me a good mom if I am not mistaken? So why oh why am I feeling overwhelmed and pulled in all directions always? Why can't I make sense out of what I am doing and what direct purpose I am serving? Is there a purpose, a goal in sight or is this just some sick cycle that I am in with working and working and working all the time. I have incredible guilt when I am not making cents. I will only go out with a business purpose in mind. I am addicted to work, actual work. I am not working as a means to an end. I work because I have to because I don't know who I am if I am not working. I am a Mom and I have to be a mom because I have the girls and they need their mom. I have been trying to be both full-time mom and full-time employee (working BSU 1/4 time and working Thirty-One ALL THE TIME = Full time?) but not getting anywhere. So WHAT AM I DOING? and WHY? I want to help women be all they can be. I want you to know that you matter and that you can do anything you want to do. I want you to know that you can reach your goals with determination and tenacity. I just can't do that for me. It is summer. Lily is out of preschool so we have lost some structure to our weeks. Stella is still the child that screams even though she can now communicate through other more effective ways like talking. I can't help but to feel that her scream is a siren warning me that I am missing something in my quest to stay busy all the time everyday and have something to do always. I am missing THEM. I am missing them growing up and making sure that they know that they matter. Perhaps I should focus more on the road right in front of me rather than on the trip I am actually taking. Maybe I should do less travelling by map and more travelling by experiences and wonder with my children. That is afterall what this quest to find the perfect job while raising my children has been about, has it not? I fought and I fought against the system to be around my girls while they were growing up, but it seems that all I have really been fighting is how to not acquire the "stay at home mom" title while being a mom that stays at home. Money is a factor. Bills are an issue. Childcare is expensive. So is gas. And coffee. And playdates. The money I am making makes it possible for us to enjoy those things so maybe it is all worth it. I will be writing more about So Long Insecurity and my battle with self-doubt and self-preoccupation. I will find the answer to the question, " Are you mad at me?" once and for all and for that I am hopeful and excited!