Getting Through The Rough Days

After a rough couple of weeks, I’m still not on any regimen with this blog. I feel as if I have to force myself to write, and it shouldn't be like this. However, this is nothing new to me.

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There’s always been confusion about what kind of work/career I would take on in life. But there was one thing I always knew for sure: I knew I’d be a mother. There was no mystery, second thoughts, or doubts about it.

My spirit was meant for THAT job. Everything else was secondary.

As much as I love traveling, photography, and writing, I’d trade it all in to be a mom. So what does that mean? And what do I do with that information?

My mind functions in overdrive as I put the pieces together. Every time I sit down to write, my goal is to figure out how to combine my three passions with my life’s purpose into, not just a business, but a way to tell my story and help someone truthfully live theirs.

There’s an honesty I want to share that I don’t think is being told. It’s not that my story is unique, but it’s real, and I don’t want to hide behind fulfilled dreams and long tales of adventures, travel and accomplishments.

So much more goes on behind the square-filtered Instagram photos and Facebook updates. Social media has given us a screen and made-up user names to hide behind as we show the world the parts we want to be seen. 

But how many of us really want other people to know the ugly parts? The disappointments? The heartaches and self-loathing?

The times when we’re most vulnerable are private and dealt with internally without an audience and opportunity for criticism. Our insecurities are tightly kept in secrecy to avoid judgement, and we tell ourselves that there’s no other way to live if we want to be successful and thrive.

And that, that train of thought right there, has kept me in a miserable, confused state. I don’t believe in hiding behind the awful truth, but I don’t want to be judged either.

So what’s a girl to do? Some days I know what it takes, and other days I’m lost again. But that’s life, isn’t it?

For now, I don’t give up. I do what I can every day to get to that place where I can be fluid enough in my personal language to tell my story in the most honest way possible.

What do I do to get through the rough days? I write. I share my worries and struggles through this blog and just hope that someone out there reading this will know they're not alone. On the tough days, this is all I have to give.

So what about you? What are some of the ways you deal with the tough days?