I Keep Thinking About (A small writing exercise I’ve been doing—starting with a sentence and not overthinking where it leads...)
I Keep Thinking About I keep thinking about whether I am where I should be. It’s not a heavy thought, not one rooted in dissatisfaction. It’s quieter than that. More like a steady hum in the background of my days. Could I do better? Live fuller? Get more education? Perhaps practice some meditation? Be a better mom? Am I fully there when they open up? And somewhere in between all those questions sits another one: Am I enough? The answer, I think, is yes. But the question still lingers. Because seeing my value doesn’t cancel out the desire to grow. I know who I am—I am driven, dedicated, empathetic. I care deeply. I also know I can be rigid and demanding, especially with myself. Lately, I’ve also been thinking about friendship. How much I love my friends. How much those connections matter. And yet, how easily I retreat into my own space. Because the truth is, I love being home. I love the quiet. The feeling that nothing is being asked of me. It’s where I reset, where I just ...