This past week me and my Little’s traveled back to the homeland. The place where I have friends and family that we love, where I was raised and thought I’d raise my children. Where I told myself I could make a life and be okay and satisfied. However, visiting there now I frequently felt like I was missing something…definitely someone, or maybe both.
I have spent my whole life wondering where I fit in. I tried to make the square peg go into the round hole, but it always felt “off.” Always. I knew there was this adventure that would provide a sense of purpose, safety, acceptance, and this level of love I longed for, but couldn’t match with anyone or anything.
I made the habit of “living life enough” as a pattern and it was acceptable. But no matter what couldn’t put a finger on the missing part because I had never experienced it to know what to look for. But dang if just five short days away from my human didn’t show me I have a piece of that love and acceptance and it is a true and a profound treasure.
When I’ve talked to people I serve and those who are a part of my circle I learn more and more about our tolerance and acceptance of the mediocre and meh. I ask them their whys for staying and it’s the always the same answer…”what else do I deserve,” “what else is there here,” “it’s fine, it’s enough.” But I’m where to tell you it’s not. You’ll never find your peace if you settle and lose passion for the pursuit of life.
I’m not talking about living on the edge, I’m talking about waiting and searching for your excitement and wonder and the one thing that makes you want to really live. The one thing that diminishes career and life goals for love and happiness goals.
Don’t fall into the career and kid trap by settling for the person that’s not yours. That person may belong to someone else. You go and find your person. Sometimes that person is YOU! Let’s stamp the divorce rates and I encourage you to wait for your person.
Whiskey Momma 