We’ve got dreams. Purpose. Like, wake you up in your sleep-type goals that when you think about them, give you goosies and a mental high similar to that after finishing a badass workout.
These dreams are big. These dreams speak truth about you. These dreams are part of your human existence, your spiritual existence. In fact, they’ve become something that your nightly prayers revolve around.
These dreams, they speak to your children. Your business. Your health. Your home. Your husband. Your dogs and your cooking skills and your capsule wardrobe.
Raise your hand if you’re tired of hearing, “You can’t do it all.”
I call bullshit.
Sure we can, we just might not like it very much. And frankly, we will suck at a lot of things.
Here’s what the proverbial “they” forgot to say:
Striving for perfection and striving for excellence are two VERY separate things.
Sure, we can’t do everything. But why do we want to?
What if we could do everything, but on our own terms? What if we could everything WE WANTED to do, and put the rest to bed?
What if we could do everything we wanted, and do them WELL?
What if we could dismiss all the noise, the chatter, the judgement and the self critique?
What if we could put an end to feeling like we are not enough, and end the ridicule and guilt that comes along with that?
What if someone you loved, trusted and believed told you that this WAS POSSIBLE?
Ya, I dismissed it, too.
“It gets better. Easier. More possible”
Such a common statement that it started to become routine, and with routine comes a loss of value. And with a loss of value comes ignorance.
Mom told me, “I promise it will get better.”
I looked at her, and though it hurts to say now, I said with no hesitation, “We made a huge mistake. My life is over and this is my new normal. My business and my dreams and my goals have to leave now, so I can be a mother.”
I was. So. Wrong.
What if I told you that in fact, everything you dream of, is not only possible, but feasible? Something you can realistically achieve, right now.
Would you believe me?
Why would you. Who am I to tell you?
But here’s what happened.
I believed me.
Because the other option scared the living crap out of me.
There was no way this is what God wanted for me. I have purpose, and only part of that purpose is raising children to be good humans. It’s a big part, but it’s not the only part.
If that was my only purpose, what did I spend the last thirty years doing?! It certainly wasn’t preparing for motherhood. Or wifehood. Or how to correctly clean my house for company or to get a friend’s baby to stop crying.
No, I had spent the last two decades of my life, learning and educating and absorbing everything bit of information I could, while spending every spare minute of my time becoming an excellent entrepreneur.
Why? So I could someday teach, and show, my children how to do the same. And provide for my future family in a way that left me available to them, and under no one’s thumb.
This was my dream.
And motherhood, it seemed, had ruined it.
Our purpose is more. Our goals are more. Our lives are more.
I believed me, and it worked.
I hit the road running, striving for excellence in the things that mattered most. Feeding and loving my newborn baby, making money for my family doing something that made me happy, treating my postpartum depression and living a healthy lifestyle.
None of it was perfect. But never, ever ever, did I settle for less than excellent.
We can’t do it all. But we can do all the things we want, and we can do them well.
What would happen in your life, if you believed that in your deepest darkest places?
Would you do it?