I’ve toyed with the idea of starting a blog for a handful of years now. When I was younger, reading and writing were always my outlets. My maiden name is eleven letters long, and I learned to write it at the age of 3. When you master something like that, the sky’s the limit. I started taking my writing to the next level and was always working on short stories, poems, and newsletters for devoted fans of grandparents, and aunts. I had so many ideas and opinions and for me-the easiest way to get that out was putting the pen to paper.
Fast forward thirty years, two health science degrees, a marriage and toddler later, I’ve somehow lost sight of my outlet. Between taking care of my patients and staff, my family and our businesses, and often lastly- myself.. There’s no time for the selfish indulgences. I recently read Tom Rath and Donald O. Clifton’s book How Full is Your Bucket, and it started a mental analysis for me that quite honestly- hasn’t shut up. My bucket had been empty. Not just empty, but nursing a pretty big hole in the bottom that allowed the tiniest drops to run right out. How did I let that happen? How did I become a person who runs from the moment she wakes until the moment she drops at night and never does a single thing that makes her happy? Now.. That’s a bit of an exaggeration. I have a wonderful husband who treats me like a princess. I have the world’s most adorable 3 1/2 year old who makes me laugh on a daily basis, and I’ve been working with a personal trainer three times a week since the beginning of the year. I have an amazing life. I’m very fortunate, very lucky. But I need to make a conscious effort to stay on that path and not get bogged down by the day to day stresses.
I made a vow that 2015 would be my year. I have to admit, part of me feels guilty even wanting that. I’m a mom. Shouldn’t all my time and attention go to being a mom? But I feel that this is my time. I’ve vowed to live a happier, more pupose-driven life. There’s no reason why I can’t have all the things that make me happy. In turn, being a happier version of myself will allow me to be better at the other aspects of my life. A better wife. A better mom. A better friend. A better nurse. Starting to work with my trainer was a huge step. And there will be more on that later. So far this year I really feel like I have taken the steps to a happier, healthier me. This little home will be a place where I can share those things. My successes, my worries/fears, and sometimes just my rants. I hope you find a little something in each post you can relate to and a little something you can take away each day that brings to you what you need. Thank you for reading 😊