Confession time. So it’s been almost a full year since I have done something for me. Exercise, meditation, anything that remotely makes me re-charge. Nada, nothin, zilch. I thought to myself one night, if I really want to be real with my friends, family, myself, then I have to own up to losing me.
This year has been nothing short of its challenges. We all have them. As my mom told me many times, ‘You have got to struggle in life, Lindsay, for you to appreciate it sometimes.’ You know, you take the good with the bad. Not to mince words, we have struggled more than I would like to say this past year. My whole world felt flipped upside down. Adding a new family member, taking on an extra business. Not knowing at times who to trust, or go to has definitely left me alone and vulnerable. I realized trust, faith, and love were core values that needed to be rekindled in my family.
In these moments of darkness you find light. Flecks of gold that light the way. These people, these angels, or guides if you will, nestled me and my family under their wings and taught us how to fly again. I am humbled by this help and immensely grateful to the people who have comforted us along our path to rediscovery. And I’m taking this time to become more aware; a newer and more efficient version of Lindsay. The mom, wife, daughter…back to being me again.
Hello ‘me’, I’ve missed you.
Embracing my kids and husband, as well as what makes me tick will truly heal the wounds that will most definitely leave scars, but how will we know what we’ve been through without them. Tougher, stronger, and not willing to be pushed around or taken advantage of. Some traits I definitely am improving upon.
As my hiatus from writing ended, I couldn’t have jumped quicker at the opportunity to get what was on my mind out in the open and onto some paper; even if it’s in the note section of my iPhone (where I blend most of my crazy ideas at crazy hours). The mind, body, and soul have been eager to again join this tribe of inspiring women. And doing my darndest to be the mom/dad my children will be one day. You know I laugh, we’ve been talking a lot about role models in my house, mainly to my son regarding his younger sister, and in many of these lessons I realize I’m giving a lesson to myself. It’ s okay to lose yourself, but find your way back, own it, love yourself, and be the best role model you can be. That’s a gift we as humans can give over and over to others and to ourselves!
Have you lost yourself? If so, reach out. You may be surprised by the person who’s holding your hand. And if you need a hand, mine are always free.