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I didn’t become a mom on purpose. A lot of moms don’t.
But what I mean when I say I didn’t become a mom on purpose isn’t that I never wanted to be a mom.
Only that I didn’t mean to become a mom when I did.
More about that later.
2020 has been a wild year. I don’t know how they’ll talk about it in the history books, but from someone living through it right now, I think it’s fair to call it what it is: a shitshow.
I’m hoping that this series of posts over the next month will be a nice mental getaway.
You see, I write for a living. In fact, I own a healthcare copywriting and content marketing company. I help my clients write content for their websites.
But one thing I haven’t done enough since starting this company back in 2017 is writing for myself. Writing for fun.
That changes this month, thanks to Mattie James’ July 2020 consistency challenge. (Mattie, if you’re reading this, I ‘preciate ya girl!)
I want to use this space to do a few things:
- First and foremost, I want to chronicle my experience through motherhood from becoming a mom, to becoming a working mom, to becoming a full-time self-employed mom, to becoming a full-time self-employed mom during a pandemic (!!!).
- Secondly, I want this to be a personal letter or diary of sorts to my children. A set of posts that they can read when they get older. To understand who I was—not just as a mother, which is only one part of my identity—but as a whole person.
- Lastly, I want to challenge myself to consistently tell my own stories. Too often we wait for people to share our stories instead of sharing them ourselves. The best person to tell your story is you.
Since this series is about multipassionate motherhood, it’s only right that I start out with a personal letter to the ones who call me mommy.
To be continued…
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