The strange mom

Every year I dream up some elaborate plan to be a better version of myself. To be more intentional with my time and remember to always be present. Of course that’s all great in theory, but I still haven’t managed to be that “better version of me” because LIFE HAPPENS. Maybe I need to try to live intentionally while simultaneously living my life. I know, I can only control how I feel and what I do with those feelings.

So, am I still going to expect certain aspects of my life to come to fruition? Of course. But somewhere in that mess of tangled dreams and real time feelings, I have begun to realize how peaceful it can be.