I was overachiever until I was a mother

It’s 11pm and I still barked with fast pickle breast milk. It is a cup of tea next to the river. I need a raven and I need a poop. Instead, I am sitting on my baby I have made my hand with a 2-month-old baby that stopped attacking with a twisted nipple for unknown reasons.

This is not the shield shield 5 go to runA breakfast with chia seeds followed a breakfast and be on my permanent desktop until 7:30 am

“You can do everything you have your mind,” have taken refuge in the children of the 90s. I was this nervous person.

Start my own business: Why not? Complete an iron man? Of course, after graduating from this 100-mile race. Follow the sunrise after a big night with friends? Count me. Write a book on the side when doing all of the above? Sounds like a plan.

“Hello, I’m Shiec, I am Is connected to achievement“

It has changed it all to be a mother.

I lost my ability to be overwhelmed but I learned a valuable life lesson in return

From the beginning, motherhood did not come easy – and I want to say from the beginning. It took two years Productivity treatment More money than I would like to celebrate before I get pregnant.

Finally, I worked, I worked and paid, I felt that I was in my arms and failed. Although the latest “work of hard things”, I had such a deep man, a painful natural experience.

Later, I still watched the pajamas, the random freedom you have lost only the loss of my husband and left for a pumpkin match. I first wanted to bend the door behind him; Second, I realized that I felt the disappointment I feel myself and I could no longer be able to do.

I couldn’t Losing a writing project. I could not dance until my feet are hurt. I could not run until my toenails fall.

I would like to play a pumpkin match with an icy cold draft beer in a year and simply could not make it just to roll it.

Nourishes, replace everything I can do and hold a baby. Feed, change, catch. Feed, change, catch. Feed, change, catch. Of course, my husband helps and change it, but I am as nutritious.

A few days later, we invited to dinner with friends. It was a day like any other (ie a hard) and I was overly Prepare the baby, to drive it in a car, feeding breast milk and thinking about walking around the diaper bag.

Normally, I’d harden hell and did it. Once, I just decided to say no. There is no excuse; Just not, thank you. We will not join for food.

And for the first time, I was interested: What happens to avoid doing more, but what about doing less?

I had to exclude my supermom myth

I will admit that this revelation came to me in the moment of a momentary clarity that is little and far away in the suck of the new mother. Supermom myths I will want to subscribe came as I slowly started.

The presence of my daughter made me to take part. When using two hands to feed a baby, you have two hands to change a baby and a baby, there are no other moments to live.

Nine months this feral morning has more than I can do. I work (up to 3 o’clock), I run (short distances), socializing (in bed 9). Although he returns to the real world, there are things I don’t choose now to make.

I choose not working on my phone. I choose not to participate in each event. I choose to follow the next goal, the matter as important.

Once completed, I defined the success after passing the lines, the projects were completed and the goals were crushed. Now I find it in the quiet moments I fully present, here, right now. Because when you stop trying to do it all, you start doing the most important thing.

I am another world of life in this season. The rest of the world can wait.