The end of the year is upon us and I can't help but blink and rub my eyes a few times.
Has 2016 really happened?
I feel as if I have accomplished so much and nothing all at once.
This year was less about monetary growth and expansion as it was about inner power and fortitude.
Here we are. We have made it through another year of trial and error.
I am exhausted. To my core, I am simply exhausted.
Single parenting is not easy- I feel as if I am the first to chime in with words of wisdom and encouragement when someone is struggling with parenting. It falls out of my mouth so easily. I have every peppy line memorized and recite them frequently. My need to "fix" when someone is venting their own exhaustion doesn't help at all. I still have much inner work to do.
This year I learned I need to listen more and talk less.
Because the truth is:
I don't fucking know what I am doing.
Every day has given me a new challenge, and with it a new opportunity to fine tune my approach to raising three young children. This isn't for the faint of heart, folks. If there is one lesson that hit home for me this year it was that it truly, most certainly takes a village.
I have learned to stop getting in my own way. I have learned to ask for help. I have learned that it is ok to admit weakness and ailment and try (key word: try) to not use the words, "I'm fine" if I am not.
As the clock winds down and out calendars dwindle, remind yourself of one thing:
You are forever a hero. You will survive.
And I will always be part of your tribe.