I can picture you dreaming of a slower-paced life,
less middle-of-the-night wakeups,
less rushing out the door,
fewer tantrums and tears,
more "me" time,
and more time to make and be with friends.
I can picture you dreaming of a fairy-tale marriage,
a prince-like husband who unrelentingly tends to your needs,
plenty of date nights,
and lots of fulfilling sexy time.
I can picture you dreaming of a clean house,
a laundry hamper not filled to the brim,
a dishwasher with only a handful of dishes,
a rug that doesn't need to be vacuumed every five seconds,
and a simple, uncluttered, minimalistic space in which you reside.
I can picture you dreaming of yourself with loads of money that you didn't spend on
a multiple-bedroom house,
your kids' education,
medical and dental bills,
and life insurance.
I can picture you dreaming of traveling,
not to dance or baseball practice,
and not to the pediatrician,
but rather roaming -- aimlessly, yet happily --
with little regard for time and a hell of a lot of consideration for how free such wandering makes you feel.
Yeah, I can picture you dreaming of a life quite different from the one you currently have, but
-- pardon my language here --
None of those dreams hold a candle to your present reality.
Your PLENTIFUL reality.
I'm sure the simple life is great, for some, and yeah, in a mid-morning daydream, daily serenity seems like it might be nice.
But, here's something I can assure you of because it's the truth --
That this season you are in, with your days draped in chaotic bliss, is one that you were made for -- to be a part of -- so that you continue your bada** transformation into the woman, wife, and mother you have always longed to be and were put on this Earth to freakin' become.