 Far too often I find myself judging .... ME!
Judging how I’m not getting enough done. How I’m not spending enough quality time with my children or my husband. How, shoot for just a moment I want a minute to drink a coffee and sit in silence. Judging and picking apart every moment I feel inadequate or less than.... Ugghhh can you relate? Something that I am learning on my matt and truly bringing the essence off my mat is the idea of no of myself. That each day I am where I am meant to be, doing the best I can in every present moment. When I let go of this idea of how I am supposed to be “Momming”, “Living”, “Being”, “Working”, etc. I have truly began to breathe in this beautiful presence that is the real authenticity that is myself. Truly my authentic whole self is the best version of me. Something I continue to strive to always embrace. My judgement of myself is no one else’s perception of me than me. Allowing myself the ability to release this perception only allows for a loving mindset to take form.
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I get a little tired of people who assume that just because you have kids, you are automatically completely uncool, and that all your time is spent wiping babies from head to toe, giving spit baths, criticizing their every move, volunteering for PTA, blogging in your spare time, clipping coupons before crock potting a pot roast, ironing the clothes, bleaching the whites, mopping the floors, harvesting your eggs, sewing for your etsy shop, scrapbooking the little things, taking pictures of everything they do, saving for college, reading Dr. Suess, socializing at the bus stop, sweeping the floor, laughing over coffee with your jogging stroller, wearing your birkenstocks and listening to Baby Einstein.
Just because I DO THESE THINGS OCCASIONALLY. Does not mean for one second that sometimes I don’t just want to be a kick ass girl with streaks in her hair, a ring in her nose, a tattoo on her arm, concert tickets in her purse, vodka in her fridge, a leather mini-skirt in her closet, her best single friends and a standing reservation for Las Vegas once a year with a don’t ask don’t tell policy, and the desire to just once be seen as more than the mother of 5 kids. Sometimes I just want to be seen as a “Maggie”. A “Maggie” with an extremely adorable set of children… (I joke, but sometimes it's hard to over come labels. ) ➳ [Basics] Married + 5 Children Born in New York Living in Chicago Land Italian + Mexican American household Published Photographer + Artist Birth Doula Lung Cancer Activist + Advocate Hospice Volunteer Social Media Enthusiast Openly in Grief Therapy Politically Active Feminist Body Positive Believes in Freedom Of Religion Gun Owner Studied Animal Science Pro-Marijuana Spiritual Journey Sand Cloud Ambassador ➳ [Hobbies] Backpacking + Hiking Urban Exploring Gardening Crystals + Meditation + Yoga Upcycling Writing + Scrapbooking + Blogging Digital Art Foodie + Cooking + Baking Beach Combing Tropical Fish Keeping Video Gamer ➳ [Loves] Sushi Bubble Tea Coffee + Coffee Shops Good Books Nature The Beach Cats Travel + Road trips Mexican Candy Jellyfish Okkervil River + Good indie bands Tattoos ➳ [Hates] Cigarette Smoke Victim Blaming Misogyny Proselytism Racism Poor Shaming Archives
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