I’m no material girl like old Madge, but it does seem we have something in common lately.
Madonna has been touted as the master of reinvention. She’s completely changed herself with the times to “stay relevant” in (almost) any decade. Well, maybe except for that time she changed her name.
But who am I to judge?
I’m finding myself at a point of necessary “reinvention.”
My whole life has been about achievement and – ahem – perceived success. Please understand that I realize how very, very subjective “success” is. I do.
But really, those are the two things that have defined me for a very, very long time, and the success has been focused on academics in my younger years and my career as I’ve moved into another phase of life.
And now, I’m finding that achievement and success are certainly attainable for me, but at what cost?
I’ve reached a tipping point on the scales. There certainly is no balance. It’s all success and achievement…at work. And you know what?
There’s a whole lot of stuff that should be piled up on the other side of that scale.
Somebody’s getting the short end of the stick.
For several years now, I’ve been a reactive parent instead of a proactive parent. That’s no good. For several years now, I’ve considered myself independent, functioning too separately from a man who only wants to help, protect, and support me.
For several years now, I’ve placed pretty much everything ahead of my own family.
Shame on me.
So, here we are. I see the problem, even if it took some divine intervention to bring it to my attention. Well, problems demand solutions, right? Oh, for a neat, clean, black-and-white solution.
Which aisle of Target do you find those in?
Everything is changing. But it seems those changes mostly are taking place inside of me. Sure wish that was more comfortable.
