Some of you may not know I have a job outside of wiping butts and boogers.
It’s true, there’s a life outside of cutting cheese into hearts and having an audience watch you pee.
During naps and after bedtimes, sometimes at three in the morning, I work on a magazine that I’m the editor of.
I’m also writing a book… And I work as a freelance writer putting together nifty little articles for some of your favourite spaces on the internet.
If you asked me when I became a mom if I could handle doing the working-mom-thing, the answer would’ve been no.
If you asked me when I actually went back to work after my first born, I would’ve broken down and cried in your arms.
At the time, it wasn’t right for me – but neither was the job.
I’ve been spending my entire life trying to find my place.
Navigating this big old world, trying to define myself, and redefine myself, and redefine myself once more as the world tells me I need to be more like “her”, more like “them”, more like that “mom”.
I’ve lost myself so many times trying to find the place I thought I had to be or be the person I thought I should be, that I completely lost sight of who I was and what I wanted.
The truth is, I love being home with my babies – but I also love being Anneliese. An ambitious, creative woman with a passion to better this world.
And what’s even more? I’m a better mom when I get to be that woman.
Working all hours of the night on my passions and all hours of the day on my babies can drain my soul sometimes – but it also lights a fire within me.
It pushes me closer towards the woman I always wanted to be.
When you start shushing the noise and start listening to your soul, your life comes alive.
And who would’ve thought I would’ve learned all that in a pit of darkness?
But sometimes, there’s an upside to down.