The words flew out of my mouth in between pneumonia-induced coughs. “I’m tired of trying to do everything perfectly. Writing. Speaking. Volunteering. I just want to be a wife and mom.”
Wait, did I really commit myself to something here, something purely domestic and…simple?
From childhood, I wanted to be lots of things. Writer. Actress. TV news personality. Cartoonist. Wife and Mother were on the list, but I knew I wanted more: Freedom to author bestselling books, launch a talk show, perform one-woman monologues in New York, and create a cartoon strip based on my adventures as a flying superhero.
In the two months since I coughed up half my guts and survived pneumonia, I’ve come to a realization.
Being a writer-speaker-wife-mommy-superhero at the same time isn’t what I want. At least, not right now.
My wish for 2014: to snuggle more with my kids, watch more corny movies with my hubby, eat more cinnamon rolls on Saturday mornings with the family all dressed up in our PJs and stinky hair. Say ‘yes’ to my family more and ‘not right now’ to everything else.
Readers—What is your wish for the year?