Archive | May, 2015

What Would I Do If I Knew I Couldn’t Fail?

13 May


As a parent I regularly ask my kids what they want to do when they grow up. Their answers seem to change on a weekly basis so it is always fun to hear their new ideas. My personal favorites I have heard them say were:

Nikkos (7): My sister’s boss

Ariahna (5): A mermaid

In reality, I feel like adults ask children what they want to be when they grow up to get ideas for themselves. I am a mother of two children and still have no clue what I want to be when I grow up. Do I enjoy what I do now? Sure! So I suppose I am already a step ahead of some people. Do I want this to be my legacy? No way!

So, what would I do if I knew I couldn’t fail? If I had a big enough safety net in case my attempts at finding out what I want to be when I grow up end terribly. I know I want to do something that helps people. I feel like that is when you have truly become successful. When someone else can look at you and see that you have changed the world in a positive way.

I know that is such a broad answer and a goal I have for the next year is to really dig deeper and try to narrow it down some.

I think in my ideal world I wouldn’t do just one thing. I am a serial entrepreneur. When I start to feel like a big fish in a little pond I get the itch to learn something new. In my ideal world I would have enough of a security net to where I could jump from career to career every five years. I want to flip houses and be an artist and write children’s books. I want to run a crafting business and volunteer for the Special Olympics and find a way to help struggling teen parents. I want to travel and blog about it. I want to teach English in another country.

I want to do all of that and still be home when my kids get out of school and still have family movie night every Sunday.

If I knew I couldn’t fail I would pack my schedule to the brim with activities that made me feel alive. Because, isn’t that what life is all about?…


What If I Fall?

12 May

What If I Fall?

I feel like I have been a “what if I fall” kind of person my entire life. Crippled by anxieties over things that will likely never happen. What if I fall? What if I fail? What if I let my kids down? Myself down? The thing is, in that crippling anxiety I am only stifling my growth because…

What if I fly?

In this revelation I packed up my husband and kids and drove to the closest craft store. I needed to make something to remind myself daily that in worrying about falling I lose all potential to fly. Hence, this sign. I bought a board, used some stain I already had in the garage and made the word template with my vinyl cutter. I contemplated looking for a feather outside my house, but wanted instant gratification so I bought a pack of them at the craft store.

Now this sign proudly hangs where I can see it everyday to remind myself…

What if I fly?

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