Welcome to the chaos

I have wanted to start a blog for a long time but always make excuses. I used to have a blog in college, and I’ve secretly wanted to write again. I often tell myself I’m too busy or that no one will care about my words. I have the time; I just need to focus it on something productive. Even if no one reads my blog, at least I tried. The only true failure would be not trying at all. So here we are, and here it goes. 


"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall" — Confucius 


Have you ever thought, "Who am I?" Like, of course, I am a person, wife, mother, daughter, sister, employee, caretaker, the get-it-done-er. Mostly all surface level. When I had my first child at the age of 23, I went into what I would describe as a quarter-life crisis—I convinced myself I was nothing more than a mother and would never be anything more than that. Almost 8 years later, and a multitude of refining periods in life, I still don't know all that I am and all that I will be as I continue in my 30s, then to my 40s, and so on. I still have days when I feel like I am only a mother, but I am no longer, or for right now, in the bondage mindset of "I am a mom, and I am nothing else." While I sit and write this, I am trying to think about all that I am, and to sum it up—I am me. I change, I grow, I go through refinement periods, I adapt to the ever-changing world, I adapt to what challenges life throws at me—trust me, there's been a lot of those. At the end of the day, though, when you think of me, I hope words like these come to your mind when you think of me—friend, genuine, confidant, reliable, passionate, ambitious, authentic, empathetic, diligent, and accountable. I certainly have not been these for some people at times and have had my fair share... well, more than my fair share, of screw-ups, but my hope is that as I get older, more wise, and learn to listen versus hearing, that I become those for whoever may need, when they need. I hope you will stay a while and read my entries, but forewarning—who knows what I might write about...after all, I am in my refining era and may change my goals for this!

Question for you- Who are you or how would you describe yourself?

Until next time--- The Raw Talk Gal

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