Being a mom is one of the greatest accomplishments of my life. My husband and I have a 9-year and 1-year old, and call us crazy, but we’re thinking about having one more. While my family means the world to me, that is not the end all be all to me. I am a woman, a queen, a wife, a friend, a sister, a professional, a businesswoman, a dreamer…the list goes on and on, and I refuse to lose that about myself.
But, let’s be honest. Sometimes, it just doesn’t seem like you can be all those things; sometimes, it feels like the world always wants you to pick between your family and your career, but what about work-life balance? Can that really be achieved, or is it just a myth?
As 2017 came to a close, I decided to set aside some time to reevaluate myself. These last 12 months have been exciting, challenging and heartbreaking. I experienced some career highs in the author world. Wrote a book. Had it published and took a blogging opportunity. Picked up an internship. Upped my networking game. Connected with some awesome people. And the list continues to grow.
What’s a life of highs without the lows to balance it out? Suffering from loss, death, slight depression, wanting to give up and mental warfares took a lot out of me. My soul has taken major hits this year to the point where the only thing I wanted to do was sleep. Sleep was my answer to everything. Am I upset? Sleep it off. Am I mad? Sleep it off. Bad day at work? Sleep it off. Fighting with my loved ones? Sleep it off. Frustrated because I can’t write? Sleep it off. The minutes turned into hours and into days and weeks. Before I knew it, months were going by and the only thing that was getting fed was the negative box that I had put myself in.