Some of you know I’m spending some time in Nashville at the BlissDom conference. I went with no expectations or preconceived notions. I actually attended with the same general naivete or oblivion that seems to have taken me this far in blogging.
I sensed it might be a little touchy-feely for me, even though I’ve recently realized that I’m okay with being a hugger. I’m not the type that really gets into motivational speakers, even though that’s sort of what I would consider Michael Hyatt.
I attended his session where he talked about creating a life plan. I seriously ended up both laughing and crying. But mostly I got some food for thought.
He talked about how our life plan can change over time depending on “the season of our life.” Something about that phrase stuck with me and it’s what I want to write about.
Today’s (Optional) Writing Prompt: Define the season of your life at this very moment.
Here we go…
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Sometimes I forget how old I am. Sometimes I feel like a wise old woman and other times, I feel like an insecure and awkward adolescent. But I don’t feel like a middle aged woman.
Middle aged women have pot bellies and wear comfortable pajamas. Middle aged women spend their weekends at home and like to craft. I’m not a middle aged woman, until I look at myself. I have the pot belly. I do like to wear comfy jammies (although I always have). I like to stay home more than I ever expected to but let me be clear about one thing. I am NOT a crafter.
I’m not sure where that leads me except to some sort of acceptance of this season in my life. I’m a mother and a wife. I work. Sort of. Sporadically. I think that I’m trying to find my identity because I’m not sure I’ve ever had one.
When I was younger, I worked. Not because I was ambitious or driven or had high aspirations. I worked because that’s what you do. And I happened to do it very well. I was successful. Corner window office, big salary. It was a season, but not one that was clearly defined.
I got married and that was the season of being a young wife. Newly married and taking on the world as a team. Then I got older and felt the need to add to our family. My son was born and things now seem to change every day.
I think I’m starting to realize that my mind is sometimes stuck in another season. The season when my husband and I had freedom to travel the world. Our special puppies were still with us. We were Sean and Fadra. That was it. And I think I miss that season.
But I’m taking the time to really understand my season. To accept it, to embrace it, and to make the very best of it. Yes, I have some ideas how. Yes, I might actually create a life plan. But I’m stopping to make sure I enjoy this very season and not longing for the past or waiting for the future.
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I guess for me I’m in a season of transition.. sometimes I’m glad to be where I am..but at times wish for the freedom to travel around without the kids too.Â
It’s hard to accept where we are at times but with hindsight I think we appreciate it more.
I enjoy reading Michael Hyatt’s posts, I even got my husband to subscribe to his posts. I can definitely feel the little hamster jumping on its wheel to think about this. I expect my #SOCSunday post to be about it.
Can’t wait to read it (still catching up)!
I probably won’t ever come to look at what optional writing prompt is unless I don’t have anything on my mind and need a prompt to get me going. Actually I always forget to until I come to post my link. I was surprised at how my post kinds of “fits” this time. Â I can relate to ”
To accept it, to embrace it, and to make the very best of it.”
Can’t wait to read it. It’s weird how somehow, whether people use the prompt or not, the theme often carries through.
It’s true, I think we look at things based on the season of life we are in. Right now, the word is “change” for me. Great post!Â
Change is the only thing that’s constant!
I always feel like I’m in a transitional season of my life. I think I need to accept that this is a real season and embrace it. Thanks for hosting. Have a great day.Â
GREAT POINT, Delilah, but it’s a hard one to realize. There’s a song called “Waiting for my Real Life to Begin” but really our time is now.
My first time here through Kenya’s blog. It was a wee bit difficult letting go of structure.
Love the end message of living in the present.
Gina – it takes a while to really learn to let go but I find it’s a great exercise for writing and clearing my mind.
What a beautiful post! Â
This is my first time linking up – I loved your post.  I feel like this too – I forget how old I am.  Though some days are easier than others LOL   I try not to think about my age…I try just to be who I am 🙂 Â
I had a week of feeling old. But I am who I am and it is what it is. Some weeks are better than others but it’s always good for something to write about 😉
Fadra, I want you to see the do not disturb sign I made. It’s posted on my facebook page. I’m not sure if you are already a liker or not 😉Â
Love it! (and now I’m a liker)
You read my mind! Just what I’ve been thinking about. Love your outlook!
Elyse
Love that we were in tune 🙂
I so know what you mean about feeling as though your mind is stuck in another season. It happens to me all the time. But I tell myself that this season is pretty great too.
Hope you’re having a lovely time at BlissDom!
That’s exactly it. You have to appreciate where you are right now.
this is such a big thing, in my own life as well. be where we are. love where i am. and i DO, i really do…but it really is the middle. i just love you, fadra, every day.
Alisha – I don’t tell you enough. You are super awesome. Can’t wait to read your post.