At the end of this blog post is a question – one you’ve been needing to ask yourself for years….
"You’re just a puppet of your new man.”
“You’re so insecure. All these changes are because you’re unhappy and need to cover it up.”
“Mom’s shouldn’t act or look that way…”
Would you believe it if I told you that these are remarks from FRIENDS of mine that have either been messaged to me directly or posted on some form of social media website over the past two months?
But far from deflating the winds from my sail, all I have taken from this sporadic onslaught of criticism is validation for what I’ve long believed… and was 100% true about myself not more than 12 months ago:
Women, Mom’s especially, live in shells.
We want so badly to do and be more, but we feel incapacitated by circumstance – so we simply resign and stay where we are.
And that makes it both convenient and easy to lash out at those of us who opt to swim against the current.
I got my first tattoo when I was 19 years old and have longed for more ever since.
I have always been more attracted to the models and celebrities of ‘edgy’ quality than the societal stigma of the blonde hair, blue eye cover pretty boys and girls.
I’ve long felt that children should be taught through experience and diversity. Varying cultures, sundry exposure to new things; the world as a classroom. Allow your children to see and know beyond what they experience everyday as a means to help them believe that the possibilities they have in front of them are endless and that dreaming in color is priceless. That buying them ‘stuff’ does not equate to love -but providing them experiences does.
I have taken photographs of ordinary things in unique ways for as long as I can remember – nature is my canvass.
I first started training for a fitness competition in my early-20’s, only to have it derailed by my first pregnancy.
I have been flirting with absolutely everything I am currently doing right now for a literal lifetime; acting on the dreams I’ve kept contained in my heart is the only change that’s come into my life.
And at this point, I don’t really know what my catalyst was.
The causative factor that compelled me to stand and take action rather than sit and dream.
Perhaps it was Brian.
An enigmatic free-spirit.
Wildly successful in everything he does.
Constantly pushing his limits to do more and see more.
Engrossed by the romance of what he can do with his life, rather than remaining idle and wishing himself a different set of circumstances.
Perhaps it was something or someone else.
Truthfully, I don’t care.
All I know is that my life has never been this complete, jovial or full of possibilities; the story of how I wiggled out of my own shell to emerge with the sun on my face and the wind driving my course is an indifferent one to me.
But I can tell you this…
Not so many months ago, I confronted myself with a question that sent shockwaves through my soul.
And if you’re prepared to stare reality in the face, I’d like you to ask yourself the same question.
People hide behind veils.
They pretend to be entirely content, but are so incredibly longing for more.
So later tonight or perhaps tomorrow morning, brace yourself, prepare to be honest in every way possible and ask yourself this question:
What Would I Do, If I Knew I Would Not Fail?
It’s time to start being candid and serious because the clock of your life is ticking…
About the author:
C2 is my handle, but being the “How Does She Do It Mom” is my full time gig! I serve to inspire and urge Moms to pursue all the dreams they’ve been keeping in their hearts… No matter the perceived barriers or obstacles. I’ve been a Youth Fitness Specialist, model, blogger, special needs advisor, and photographer…. But I ain’t done yet!
Author Webpage: http://www.HowDoesSheDoItMom.com