I’m not even going to apologise for not writing recently.
You know the deal by now:
- I now have 3 kids – aged 9, 5 and 9 months. YIKES.
- I adore working
- So much so that I am back working four jobs (2 of which are my own small businesses)
- I’m married to an equally hard-working shift worker who also works full time with 2 side roles
Life is flipping bedlam.
Really.
I struggle with writing for my own blog because I still struggle with so much on so many levels. I see reminder/flashback posts of what I was doing 2/3/4 years ago and think – wow, this morning I was chuffed that there were clean undies in the laundry basket, enough fruit to pack lunchboxes and I got out of the house remotely on time to get kids to school and myself to the office before I was noticeably late.
And by comparison to other days recently, that’s a fecking high point. Really.
But that’s normal right? A mum of 3, who works a lot, but also wants to hang out with her kids, who would also like to train 3-4 times a week and eat food that didn’t see a microwave more often is going to have those days. Those days where I fail on at least 2 of those points.
So why is it such a worry? Why am I so worried about people think I have an average life?
The truth I think is somewhere in the fact that my blog is still my imaginary friend. I still like to think that I’ve got a wicked privacy lock on here and it’s just my thoughts spilling across a keyboard for me to read at some later day.
And I hate that there is no adventure.
No ticking clock.
No grand achievements.
Me. I hate that. Not that I feel other people will be surprised or disappointed that I’m not a jet-setting superstar with abs and designer sunglasses.
Just the slow march of family life (which I love), of chipping away at work (that I love) in a calm and serene little island home (still love it).
So my options are: become more settled with an average life OR find a way to build a sense of adventure back in. On no free time, little sleep and other things to be spending large amounts of money on (so no selling up to live in a caravan for a year!).
It’s what I’m pondering today. Just being your average Sailor Vee.
What’s on your mind?
Thanks as always for being out there, my imaginary friends xx
SV