Finding and Losing and Finding Myself

Over and over.

A few weeks ago I wrote about a weird period of change I’m in the middle of. Things - TRULY - are good, but I’m still in it, so I’m not going to write about it yet, but because the rest of my life allows me a bit of space right now, I can observe myself in this moment of change a bit better than I probably could before. And I’m not sure I like what I see?

When you’re in one of those MAJOR MOMENTS of life, at least for me, it feels simultaneously like the end AND the beginning. A good or bad piece of me cast away, either so something new can grow or I’ll be forced to stumble around missing something until I adapt. When I got pregnant the first time, I could only feel the good thing (my life before kids, and my identity as an individual) slipping away.