5 Years, Give or Take : #trust30 Challenge

This is the Day 8 Prompt of the #Trust30 challenge. You didn’t miss Day 6…you can find it on MLWFY. And Day 7…well, I just decided not to do that one. You can see some of my reasoning here. Now on to Day 8…even if it is a tad bit late…

Day 8 Challenge | Corbett Barr | Five Years

There will be an agreement in whatever variety of actions, so they be each honest and natural in their hour. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

What would you say to the person you were five years ago? What will you say to the person you’ll be in five years?

It is interesting that I am asked at this time to reflect back and have a conversation with 2006 April. June 2006 – I was getting ready to turn 30. I was enjoying my final days as a United States Sailor. I had just delivered my third daughter. Change was coming and I was excited.

I had spent so much time away from my family during my last sea duty tour, that I was certain that a stay at home mom gig was in my near future. Once the paydays stopped, the cherrios got sticky and my adult conversation went to nil…I realized I had misjudged my calling (God Bless those moms…I just can’t imagine). I needed a job outside of the home.

So, it was time to job hunt…with a four month old baby, two other children who needed my attention, limited experience outside of the military and a strong desire for a flexible schedule…and did I mention, I had just found out that I was pregnant – again.

In those moments, it is hard to keep your bearings. Imagined pitfalls lurk around every comer. Every mistake or tough choice you ever made comes back to reintroduce themselves. The warrior takes a vacation and the witch voice clocks in some overtime. Oh yeah – and there are the preggo hormones…great cocktail.

I look back at that girl now. I would love to be able to tell her 30 is awesome, babies are resilient, you are way cooler than you think you are, nothing is as scary as you perceive it to be, life is good, failures aren’t forever, your figure will not be shot, you will not starve, your electric will not get turned off, your warrior will return and kick the tar out of the witch – as soon as you decide it is time.

But I know there isn’t a whole lot I could have told that girl. She needed her own choices, her own lessons…but maybe it would have been nice for her to learn them a bit sooner – then again maybe not. Guess that’s why it is so important to love each day for what it is on its own merit. It brings and creates in its own special way. Without it just the way it is, something is lost, something is gained and nothing is the same.

Fast forward 5 years, I am turning 40…I would like to leave a post it that says simply

Other than that, I think she is gonna have it covered 🙂

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