It was one evening, about three months ago. It was a pretty ordinary evening. We had just managed to put the kids to bed. Had had some sort of dinner. And were now sitting on the couch. Staring at our phones. Reading the news. Or scrolling through Instagram. I don’t really remember. It also doesn’t really matter.
It was a pretty ordinary evening.
Except that, for me, it was not. Except that, that evening, I decided to make some changes in my life.
I am 34. I have a husband. And two kids. No dog. Or cat. Or even plants. For some reason, I don’t manage to keep them alive. The plants. My life is pretty ordinary. About three years ago, I decided to quit my job. Follow my husband to Dubai. And focus on the kids.
My life is pretty ordinary. I get up in the morning. Try to shower while the kids are still asleep. Before the tornado hits. And I am carried away. I don’t go out that much. Because my kids still haven’t understood the concept of lie-ins. I feed them more or less healthy food every day. Try to entertain them. Find fun activities. And keep them from killing each other some days. My life is pretty ordinary.
For the past three years, taking care of the kids was all I wanted to do. It fulfilled me. Made me happy. And proud. Except that, that evening, about three months ago, I realised that I wasn’t that happy anymore… That I felt empty. And tired. And a bit lost.
It was one evening, about three months ago. It was a pretty ordinary evening. Except that, that evening, I decided to make some changes in my life…