I had a lot of fun making this post it. This one speaks to me. Truth is, I am 35 years old and I am just figuring it out. My purpose. After I gave birth to my second child, my daughter, I wondered if being a mom was my purpose. Nothing had ever captivated me like my babies before. Well, my babies, some diamonds and a few handbags but that is neither here nor there. My babies were the first things that ever made me feel full blown fucking proud. I was proud of myself and I was proud of my little masterpieces. Euphoria faded and reality set in. Holy shit. These kids are not the reason I am here. Yes. I love my kids more than life itself and I am a really good and cool ass mom, but motherhood can’t define me. I sometimes wish they were the reason I am around because I have felt tormented and guilty at times wanting more out of my life when I have these 2 healthy, beautiful kids. But I am afraid I have more to do while I am here. I have more of a purpose. The force that once pushed me is now pulling me, effortlessly through my journey. I am finding my way, alone, and I have never been more excited and I have never wanted to meet someone more in my life. Me. I want to dedicate this post it to my beautiful big sister, Michelle. Today is your birthday. I am happy you were born because without you I would be lost. You have shown me how to love, live, and laugh when I didn’t think I could. You are forever my best friend and your love and support are the most valuable gifts anyone has ever given me. Truly. You are the reason I am on my way to finding out why. I hope you have a beautiful birthday, sissy. I love you. We all do.
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