Some days I want to run away from my life. Seriously. I bet at least one or two of you understand. Am I right?
It’s not that I don’t love my family, my husband, my kids, my home.
I do. Intensely.
But I’m not here to make excuses for my feelings. I just want to share them and hope you understand. I’m not alone in this, am I?
I do love my family. I’m so incredibly grateful for my life and the love within it. For the passions that drive me.
But that doesn’t mean there aren’t days when I’m just…
Or absolutely and utterly stressed out.
And who wouldn’t want relief from that?
To look out the front door and just run. Find another adventure. Or a place where I can finally get a full night’s sleep.
A place with no responsibilities.
With no laundry or dishes or toys to clean up.
A place with no bickering kids or bills to pay.
Doesn’t that sound fabulous?
Oh, yes it does!
But you know what? That’s not real life. Real life is messy and hard. Its draining.
But it’s also full of joy and love and adventure, if you look for it.
It’s full of simple pleasures.
Moments that make me smile.
Hugs and laughter, in spite of the tears.