My Why…

During my girls’ weekend with some precious writing friends, we had a long, relaxed chat about our writing, our blogs, our goals. And the question of our “WHY” came up.

WHY are we doing this? WHY are we writing and blogging and building our social media and working our tails off to reach teeny tiny and insanely huge goals? WHY is this important to us? WHY does this consume us the way it does?

Of course each of our answers was different. And mine, as I knew it would be, was all over the place.

My WHY for the blog is to share my stories and help build a sense of community, a feeling that we’re all doing this, very differently and at our own pace, but we’re all in it. We’re all trying to figure out aging, and parenting, and self-worth, and how to really be happy during it all. I think it’s better when we have a safe landing space for all the emotions running at us, and I’m trying to create that.

My WHY for my writing goals (publishing my children’s books and my surrogacy story) boils down to having a deep love for writing and finally creating something I feel is worthy of being in a book store, even if it gets kicked around and stomped on along the way. It’s a mixture of accomplishment, drive, and stubbornness. 😁

And my WHY for striving to be a good wife and mommy is in this picture. Those smiles. I want to bring that kind of happiness to those faces as much as possible. Pure happiness that feels good in your belly. Because in turn, that’s what makes me smile so big my nose crunches up and every tooth in my face is showing.

I don’t know your goals, your dreams, or your WHYS. But I know it feels good to chase them. I know it’s worth whatever you’re doing to get to them. And I know the smile on your face is a reward you deserve.

Because we’re all in this. We’re all trying to be happy, and we all have different WHYS and ways to get where we’re going.

And we all should get to have that feeling–that deep, rumbling happiness that bursts out and spreads to everyone around us.

I hope your WHY takes you there. 

Love (and keep at it) more,

Dana