Jul 24, 2018 Love is adapting…

I’ve never had a problem growing from my weakness, but realizing my strengths was the issue. Over the course of my 29-year life, I’ve allowed my weak areas to over-crowd my psyche. This, in turn, forces me to focus on the areas where I am lacking. This is not because I was taught this way of life, but I’ve adapted to it. I’ve taken the power of adapting too literally. I’ve adapted so much to bad news, setbacks, and mishaps, that I won’t allow myself time to enjoy the good things in life. I’m petrified out of my mind when my son is not with me, that I don’t take the moment I have alone to enjoy myself. Has anyone else EVER felt that? WHEW!

But who am I? A mother, yes, that’s the easy part of me; the part of me that I’m actually proud of. A wife, yes, and this is where it gets difficult. A friend, yes, now we are getting extremely complicated. A woman.

I believe it was around year 2 in my marriage (4 years in September) that I thought I had made a mistake. Not exactly who I married, but WHEN I married him. Had I truly experienced all that life had to offer for a single woman? {Not that dating was easy either… Chile…. the ghetto.} However, it was the thought that there was something (not necessarily someone) I was going to miss out on. So for a long time, (any time is too long) most of my focus was on what I felt was missing in my marriage and not celebrating what was actually a part of my marriage. It’s a daily sacrifice of having to DIE to who I am and some of who I want to be for the bettering of another person. Adapting to that part was easy. I was unaware though,  that adapting to it would cause such bitter-sweet strife. (I will break it down later :-)) I was expecting to jump into this pool of whipped strawberry topping and enjoy the sweet fruits of my labor/union forever. I knew times would get hard, but I honestly thought the hardest thing would be deciding what I wanted to cook for dinner. Oh, was I wrong! My faith in God was truly tested and I had adapted to the thought of failing. (This is just an introduction, LOL)

I plan to enlighten, encourage, and help someone else who is on the road to adapting. Together, we will find the strength in who we are as wives, mothers, friends, and women. And as we adapt to life around us, we will NOT forget ourselves.

This is dedicated to my amazing grandmothers: Lillie B. Williams and Eleanor R.D. Williams. They are the true definition of all I hope to be.

If you’re married, engaged, divorced, or looking to be one of those…. my entire blog is dedicated to you.