Granted, every square inch of life turned upside-down for me at that exact time...I moved halfway across the country en route to who-knew-Where-In-The-World-Is-Carmen-Sandiego, became a mother, quit my job, buried my daughter, battled indescribable grief, moved again - although only 1/4 of the way around the world - and sloooowly began to put my life back together.
I have found "real" work hard to come by in the expat life. With frequent moves and settling in, I barely got comfortable before it was time to do it all over again. Indeed, I *have* found my way in each location, even if brief. I've searched high-and-low until something "stuck"...and had some beyond-incredible experiences.
But, that feeling of "something is still missing" has never really left me. I knew (HOPED!) I couldn't be alone. But, I couldn't quite get my arms around what was circling in those crazed-by-self-pity-and-no-outlet-for-ME thoughts.
Now, basking in the Caribbean sun, The Reluctant Feminist has come to life!
An amazing artist and childhood friend, Eric Carl, designed an amazing logo! (Notice the new look?! More changes to come...stay tuned!)
An amazing group of women have come forward as fellow RFs, and through monthly get-togethers we are exploring that balance so desperately needed in a woman's life. Each evening has been energizing, motivating and encouraging.
And, I *know* there are more of you out there...because many of us have already connected even though we're (thousands of) miles apart.
And, amazingly, I feel more - gasp - balanced!
And, I love it.
So, in honor of said progress, it's time to kick my own self in the heiny and stop
Now is the time to make TRF the priority I wanted it to be. Let's boost this conversation about that ever-elusive balance between Mommy-hood, Wife-dom, climbing-the-corporate-ladder-or-building-your-own and YOU!
