Prioritizing your life sometimes means putting things aside
so you can focus on what's important. The
last few months, what’s been important to me is family. You can’t be there and expect to succeed if
you are only giving part of yourself.
Some things require your full attention; otherwise, you may never see
the light at the end of the tunnel.
I have a growing young man and loving husband who are my
priority, and need me. Knowing I am valued
and wanted is an amazing feeling, one I will never take for granted. I never want to be that person who’s
physically there, but mentally doing something else. Yes, we all need a little me time. It helps us to evaluate our current place in
life, and it lets us determine what is making us happy and what is dragging us
down. Me time is awesome, but don’t lose
sight of the fact it’s not always about me.
So, what I’m babbling on about is this. I can’t write when I’m constantly thinking
about other things. It makes the writing
crappy, I forget half the things I wrote the day before, and I just don’t enjoy
it because I easily lose focus. Therefore,
the last few months have been about winning my control back. Finding the Erin that isn’t afraid to kick
ass and take names.
The best news is that I’ve found her again, but this version
is much better. I know that tears don’t
make you weak; I finally accept that I am not always going to have the answers,
even though that sucks to admit, and I have more than a handful of people who
are in my life for the long haul and have proven I can lean on them. I’m not a social butterfly, happy staying
home and watching a movie. I hate that sometimes
I have to put bullshit like this out there so that you don’t think I’ve given
up and I’m not writing anymore. I love
that at least one person is going to read this and relate.
I’m back to writing, at my own pace, and hope you all stick
around for the ride. Remember, what
drags us down doesn’t define who we are. It’s the ability to get back up, face those
low moments head on, and take back control.
Some people may only remember you for the lows, but I see the highs in
my son’s eyes and smile, I feel the love from my family and friends, and I
definitely feel the weight lifted off my shoulders knowing I’m not alone.
