Coming up soon, James is taking some time to hang out with his family. I’ll be alone with the girls for many days in a row. I planned our dinners for two weeks at a time instead of one week at a time.
When I write something like the above sentences on the internet, I hear the following clucking concerns in my head after I publish,
“She shouldn’t be telling the internet that.”
I’ve shared a lot of things on the internet, it has given me deeper friendships than I’ve had in real life. Up until the current iteration of the internet, the benefits of sharing my life online have far outweighed the risks. I’m not sure about today’s internet. I’m still taking the risk.
“Who in their right mind would be interested in some middle aged mom’s meal plan?”
Thankfully, I don’t care much about the second one. I like having a collection of our dinners. Looking back on them reminds me of where we were in our lives when we were eating those dinners (Smug Marrieds! Insuffrable Infant Parents!). And now, while we muddle through the Season of Our Beef Stroganoff.
But Who Do I Think I Am?
That’s the big one.
I’m closing in on the second half of my life and I’m still not sure.
How do you know who you are?
These are the questions I’m trying to answer this week — to get just a little closer to answering Who Do I Think I Am?
1. How do I envision my ideal day? Not with today’s current constraints (kids, pets, debt, fear) but what activities will I be doing from minute to minute?
2. Where does the “ideal me” spend her money and time?
3. How do my current insecurities affect my current relationships?
4.If God is a woman, and she is on my side, what would I ask of Her? What is she asking of me?
5. What brought me joy at eight years old?
Where were we? Oh right, meal plans.
This weekend’s Shamrock Shakes are going to ROCK.