The other day I came across this article on Twitter. I know it’s long. It’s too long, but it reflects the endless, sempiternal questioning that rumbles in the back of my mind. Am I doing what I’m supposed to be doing in this life? Am I living up to my potential? I mean, what woman doesn’t question if she should stay home with the kids, go out of the house and work, do both, do all, be all.
I love my children. I’m happiest when I’m with them, taking care of them, teaching them. Still, sometimes I found out high school friends are climbing Aconcagua and all I’ve climbed is the pile of laundry after “our” spring break vacation.
I know I’m good at creating a home, at nurturing and teaching. I just fear I’ll lose my identity as ME if I give my all. The other day, Princess Swan gave me this letter.