I want it all.
I love staying up till all hours reading. I love having the day to myself.
But I miss working. I miss having a purpose outside of myself.
I like having a small, manageable family. I love that we can take little trips. I love that my son is a cool little man and that I am over the days of changing diapers.
And then I see a picture of someone with a new baby and it always surprises me how it rips me to the core, makes me almost breathless with longing.
That's my truth for today- I have come to accept that I will always have disparate, sometimes contradictory longings (so many more than I am willing to list here).
And it's okay.