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#MicroBlog : Be Better

Becoming a mother has changed my mind in ways I never expected, for example: I am motivated to be a better version of myself, instead of just talking about it. I used to make elaborate self-improvement plans especially this time of year but now I just tell myself, “he’s watching you mama.” And he already thinks I’m the best, I might as well become it. That being said however, I'm convinced that God made hangovers so that adults learn something... That lesson intensifies for those with children because kids wake up at the crack of Dawn regardless of how late your night was and how many wobbly pops you've consumed. & As an avoider of pain, especially the self-induced kind, my conclusion is simple : Don't get hangovers. It's not like it's a mysterious phenomena that comes out of nowhere, we know how they arise and why they occur. So that’s my resolution, not to et hungover. It happens so rarely that it practically consumes me whole when it does. My other-not-so-straight-forward-resolution is to continue to seek that sacred balance between savouring motherhood, thriving in my full-time employment role and finishing my full-time school; while attempting to maintain a semblance of a social life; oh and of course a consistent workout schedule. Needless to say, the stress runs high sometimes but is there anything a good run, meal and sleep won’t fix? I don’t think so. I’m open to advice from those that think they’ve achieved true balance! And FYI: “just do less” is not an option for me :) Sincrely yours, A classic overachiever

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