Gratitude for having some of it.

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Some women are discussing this notion of “having it all” and the fact that in the 21st century, we can’t possibly have it all- the family and the big high paying powerful job/prestige/success etc…I answered that I don’t want it all and maybe that makes me a low achiever but it feels greedy to even say “I want it all!” What about, “I want some of it, but not all.” Not as catchy. I guess I’ve always tended to be more single minded in my purpose. When I was an actress, that was all I wanted. When I started writing, being published was all I wanted. Now that I have had you, being the Best Mom and Wife for my family is all I want. But I also love my job- helping kids tell their story. That is pretty cool and feels like the cherry on top of a bonus dessert after the perfect meal. I kind of pinch myself every morning when I realize not only do I get to be your Mom and Tim’s wife, but I get to go to work part-time. My life is rad. I have no complaints. Except for the extra skin flopping around on my water bed belly- that is new and slightly disconcerting but I am sure eventually it will right itself. And the mass around my arms that was never there before. That hopefully will fade away at some point. Right? I guess I’ll have to put a little elbow grease into those two areas of concern but other than that- what do I have to complain about? Nothing. What a relief that is. I have spent my whole life complaining that things weren’t enough…fill in the blanks. Now I look back and instead of the arid wasteland I thought I traversed this entire time I see a field of flowers and bountiful gentle beauty every step of the way. My life has always been blessed. I just didn’t know it until now.

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