Navigating The Journey

I'm committing. Vowing to write each day. Intending to eat smaller, gentler portions. Letting my worries go so I can be a present partner, mother, and friend. It's easy for me to start when I'm motivated. I do all the research, talk the talk, and then somewhere along the way, fear steps in. A little crack in the peachy keen surface that lets me insecurities or old habits in. Sometimes I look into my future with a little trepidation. I have a loving, caring fiance that loves me unconditionally and through all moments. He is accepting, kind, and giving. I am lucky truly for his love which is why I am working so hard to let some things go. I can model a life of health and proactive habits for my daughter and hopefully, they will transfer to him. I can't always compare people to my Dad. It's unfair and unrealistic. C is the perfect Dad for Georgia. He is her rock, her champion, her protector, and her teacher. We are both blessed for him in our lives. But this isn't ...

I'm sitting here in my empty classroom eating McDonald's oatmeal with a knife researching under-eye concealers. It's a laughable moment and one that I approach with a feeling of appreciation. I have a lot of quirks which much of the general public views as wacky and having a 10 month old tends to shine the spotlight on them with a laser light focus. I guess I hope Georgia sees me as resourceful rather than wacky. Oh Georgia. I realize there was life before you but it feels like it was a half-full cup and you came and filled it to the brim. Now, I try my best to be whole for you as you grow but, in the end, it's our imperfections that let in the most light. Your Mom is not the quickest person at acclimating to changes. I mean, I had the same car for almost 18 years and just keep getting the same sandals year after year rather than going for something new (by the way, thanks Target). It took me probably 10 months to get my rhythm. I'm still getting used to the fact...