There is something strangely uncomfortable about writing an “about me” page. How do you shrink a whole person into a few paragraphs without sounding like a LinkedIn profile or a motivational quote stitched onto a sunset?
So, instead of telling you who I am, maybe I’ll tell you how I hope to live.
I want to live a long, healthy life. I want to watch my two boys grow into themselves. I want to grow old with my husband and continue cracking what I believe are hilarious jokes, even if he insists they are slightly mean. (They are funny though.)
I want to travel. Not for luxury or checklists, but for the small moments, like watching my children’s faces light up when they see a new place for the first time. The kind of wonder adults forget to hold onto.
Maybe that is part of why I believe in souls. And I think mine is an old one.
An old soul, perhaps, is why I think so often about having enough.
I want to have enough. Enough to care for my family. Enough to help the people I love. Enough to leave things a little softer, a little lighter, a little better than I found them.
Enough is a funny thing though. My version of enough may look completely different to yours. Maybe enough is money. Maybe it is time. Maybe it is peace. Maybe it is sitting around a table with people you love while the food gets cold because everyone is talking too much.
I think part of life is figuring out what “enough” means to you before the world convinces you it is always something more.
Love what you do, because that is also a form of loving yourself.
Go outside more. Feel the sun on your face. Grass under your feet. Sand in your toes. Sea salt in your hair. Listen to the birds, the waves, children screaming somewhere in the distance, dogs barking at absolutely nothing.
Life is beautiful in the most ordinary ways. And life is short. So don’t waste it.