I’ve never been one for New Year’s resolutions. Maybe it’s my tendency toward distractability or lack of stick-with-itness, but I’ve only ever followed through with one resolution. So this post isn’t about the shoulds and musts and resolves you need.
Let’s all breathe a sigh of relief together, shall we?
No, this post is about what I’ve needed, and I’m guessing it might resonate with some of you. I’m a mom of many, and I’ve used my kids’ needs as justification for not caring for myself. I had plenty of reasons: I didn’t have time. Their needs came first. I was too tired.
But? If I’m completely honest, I was scared more than anything else. I was secure in my identity as a wife to Lee and mom to six and ministry leader. I wasn’t nearly as comfortable in just being Shannon, a person and not a role. I found some quiet in the midst of the chaos this past fall, and I realized I didn’t know how to simply be me without doing. I didn’t even know who I was anymore.
