Living Your Truth

Are you living your truth?

For the first 4 years of my marriage I thought I was spending my days doing what made me happy by running for fun and coaching ice skating. Quite frankly, I never wanted to be a skating coach. I remember when I was a pre-teen telling my mom that I never wanted to coach, but eventually it was just what I ended up doing to pay for my training. Coaching skating was a very good job to have during college, and I am grateful for the opportunities that I had when I was in Alaska. I wouldn't trade it for anything.

But coaching isn't all I am made of. Recently you've probably noticed I've retired from coaching and switched my life a bit. In an email written to my mom and dad in March 2015, I wrote, in part,

All I truly want to be is a wife and mother. When I was in 2nd and 3rd grade I made posters in school when I was "star of the week." In one of the bubbles I had to write what I wanted to be. I always put a picture of mom in that space. For a long time I felt like I had to work and better myself with my education and working to contribute to support the family until I had a baby. Well, I can't say when that will happen, but I need to live out my dreams now and support my husband at home. I enjoy serving my friends in the church and community as well but I can't do that as thoroughly if I am driving to Kansas City 5 days a week. I would love to do yoga here in Lawrence with my own business but that will manifest itself when it is time, if that is what the Lord wants.

I want and feel a huge push to work towards my mother and wife dream. I absolutely love to cook and take care of my home for my family. It brings me so much joy. But I don't want to be overburdened by also having to coach and commute.

You've taught me to go after my dreams and to get as much education as I can. You also taught me to have a relationship with the Lord and to follow the Spirit, or as others call it, your intuition or gut. I'm feeling really prompted to slow down and focus on what is most important.

Today, I am living my dream more fully than I was three months ago.
I am home more for my husband.
I can get the rest that my body so badly needs right now without having to "go-go-go" all the time.
I am able to serve my friends more and receive of their love in return.
There is more of me to give to my volunteer position as the secretary of the Young Women's organization at church.
I have more time to develop my skills and desire to teach people yoga.

I am Living my Truth more and more every day. I did not start out with everything that I wanted--jeesh, I couldn't just walk down to Wal-Mart and buy a baby. But I could slow my schedule down and trust my heart.

But most important of all, I can trust the Lord.

How are you going to Live Your Truth?

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