Purpose isn’t easy

I’ve read post after post lately where a mom laments that her life feels empty and devoid of purpose. In almost every case, the writer blames motherhood.

I understand how the writer feels, I’ve felt the same way. But I believe it has nothing to do with being a mom.

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P is for Passion

It sounds so simple — live your life with passion and purpose.

Nailing down exactly what that means is a little harder. What exactly does a life filled with passion and purpose look like and how on earth do I achieve it? People build entire careers around the subject. The publishing industry churns out countless books on the subject.

Y’all. We spend an inordinate amount of time and energy trying to figure out what it means to live with passion and purpose instead of actually LIVING that way.

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You Can’t Outsource Motherhood.

It’s true – you can’t outsource motherhood!

I always giggle at the annual report where they calculate the replacement value of a stay at home mom (or what her annual salary would be.)

Have you looked at it? According to Salary.com, I should be paid over $112,000 for 2012.

(updated 2014: Salary.com now provides a custom calculator that allows you to customize your mom salary based on location and number of kids. It even lets you print a “paycheck.”)

That’s nice.

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Joy is a choice we make

Joy is a choice we make.

The uncomfortable flip side of that is that we can also choose “un-joy” – sadness, discontent, unhappiness, bleh-ness, and whatever other term you want to use for the days when there is no joy.

(Depression is, arguably, a different animal.  When the brain chemicals get messed up, it’s hard to set things straight.  I’m not talking about THAT kind of un-joy.)

The more I’ve written about joy and the further I go into the 31 Days of Joy in Motherhood, the more I’m convinced of this basic truth.

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The Best First Date Ever!

Last week, I shared the story of my worst first date ever, so it’s only fair to tell you about my best first date as well.

It was February 12th, 1999.

In early January of that year, I started exchanging emails (via the same online dating service as before) with a man who lived about a three hour drive from my home.  We’d spoken extensively on the phone, but had put off our first date because of the distance. Besides, I was still a little nervous around salsa. [Read more…]

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