EY WADE~ Entertaining Your World And Designing Eternity

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Getting To Know Yourself

I saw this picture of myself a family member had posted on Facebook of all places and at first I wondered, who is that? I look at myself once in the morning and never really pay attention to what I look like or who I am. Have you ever wondered who you really are? Whose skin are you really wearing? Are you just your mother’s child? Your husband’s wife? Your children’s mother? Who are you at work? Church? With your acquaintances? It’s amazing how the skin gets kneaded and transformed when peer pressure is pushing on you. From the day of birth we are constantly trying and somehow succeeding in changing ourselves to fit into whatever skin that is pushed our way. Lately I am having the hardest time trying to figure out who I am and what I am supposed to be doing in life. As long as I can remember I wanted to be an artist and then I wanted to write. How happy I was when I realized I could do both. How I fell into the field of childcare I don’t know. I constantly hear how I have a gift from God, this is where and what I am supposed to be doing…yada, yada, blah, blah, blah...you know the words. Over the past few weeks I have been feeling as if my skin has been stretched around this profession by those around me and I am about to pop a thread. I believe writing a blog really helps, because as I write the answers to my thoughts always come forth. It's not that I want to stop working with children it is the knowledge that my world around me is really changing. My main reason for working from home was to be with my daughters. My daughters are remolding me from the 'mommy skin' into the mother skin. The youngest has graduated from home-school and the middle daughter (my first college graduate, the eldest will graduate soon)has bought her own home. Life has changed. I have been their instructor in life for twenty-six very close years and the new skin that's trying to take over is grating. I feel like I'm a butterfly stuck in between the cocoon and the free world and just like that butterfly I need a moment of rest. 
Last year I'll made 52 and shook out the wrinkles of the new skin and became a whole new me. The me I have always wanted to be. A published writer. I have set my goals in stone and if I have to throw them at this glass wall that's holding me back from the finish line of success, I will.


Ann Elle Altman said...

Well, because no one in my life knows I write, I'm often my son's mother and I like it that way. I don't want to be know as the writer until I'm dead. I think if people found out I write, I would have to move.

But, I hope you accomplish what you hope for with regards your writing.


The Voice said...

I don't know how you consider yourself not a writer....your thoughts on your blog are very thought provoking.
Thanks for your wishes for me.