17 years old. Officially an adult in March. Graduates High School in May. My middle Man. My quiet one. Self proclaimed Mama’s Boy until 7th grade. 😂 My most mysterious. “Mom, my life starts for real in a few months.” Late for school a lot this week. “Branson, this is not okay!” “Yes ma’am I know.” Starting today accountability partners for our morning routines. This life is seriously a gift. I take my role as his mom very seriously. You get one chance son, life is not a dress rehearsal. Dad and I get one chance to make sure. We’re proud of you son. Keep putting one foot in front of the other. You teach me so much. We’re the same, freedom fighters, ohhh please NOT A J.O.B. 🤣🤣🤣 we have the same spirit you and me. Thanks for sharing your dreams and ambitions! You got this thing called life, quiet your mind and your heart, lean on God daily and will it appear!
Love you B! -Mom-
When I hear myself say, “I should do x,” I’m learning to stop. And question it. Why should I do it? Is it something I want to do? Something that will benefit my life? Is it something that I enjoy doing? Or is it something I’m doing for others’ expectations [real or imagined] of me?
Example: Right now I’m back-and-forth about going to graduate school next year. “I should get more education. I should get a graduate degree while I’m young, and I have less responsibility.” Going to school is a good thing, but I’m not sure it’s something I want for me right now.
Today, let’s work together to let go of shoulds (the big ones and the small ones), and decide how we want to spend our days.
Saw this today hanging on a wall. Love, love, love this!! For those of you that know me, you probably have heard me say "life isn't a dress rehearsal"! Go out and live! #lifeisnotadressrehearsal#missionforlife