when i met my husband, i was mending a broken heart and moving from los angeles to washington, dc. i had taken and passed the foreign service test, and was sooooo excited with the prospect of being the global citizen i'd dreamed of being. i thought i was going to be a part of making the world a better place, one diplomatic effort at a time.
my only concern was missing my baby window. more than anything else in the whole entire world, i wanted a baby. and i was 35, single, no prospects for love, and hearing every single tic and toc of my biological clock.
so when i met my husband and he offered me the opportunity to be mommy, i didn't even stop to consider how giving up all the rest would impact me in the long run. and here i am, three years later, living in a city-ish with terrible weather in the middle of america. i have my insta-family, but none of the adventure and world-changing i thought would define professional me.
and every single day, i ask "what if". and as much as i love my beautiful baby girl, i can't help but wonder if i was meant to take the road less traveled and let fear steer me astray.
~k
No comments:
Post a Comment