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…
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.