What I want my daughters to remember about me pursuing my dream

About a month ago, my family helped me convert the playroom into a writing office.

My first-ever writing office. My first-ever claim to a physical territory representing the creative one I had long been staking out.

For so many years, I was afraid to make this claim, to bravely plant a flag in the physical sphere and say, “This is my space.”

Self-doubt, fear of failure, fear of selfish ambition held me back from making this claim.

(Read: Is My Dream Selfish Ambition?)

I felt I didn’t deserve to have a writing office. Continue reading “What I want my daughters to remember about me pursuing my dream”

Dear Mom Guilt

 

Dear Mom Guilt-

You can no longer have me.

You and your tentacles of shame, doubt, fear, negativity, judgment and loathing have been wrapped around me for the last time.

I am stepping out of your grasp.

I have been ridiculous to have stayed this long.

What do you add to my life? Nothing.

What do you subtract from my life? Everything good. Continue reading “Dear Mom Guilt”