Identity

"The tragedy of life is not death, but what we let die inside of us while we live." - Norman Cousins

When did I lose my identity? I once was Nicole: art school student, website designer, photographer, music lover, concert goer, soccer player, sports enthusiast, etc. Somehow over the last five years, I have become known solely as Marley and Quinn’s mother and Jason’s wife. Not that those aren’t good things, but I miss being me. I know this sounds selfish, but I have just been feeling lost – that I am missing something in my life. My normal day revolves around my family. I cook their meals, clean their messes, and smother them with so much love it’s disgusting. I am at a crossroad – I need to either become ok with who I am now or I need to make a serious effort to get back a small part of myself. Now, someone explain to me how to do either one of those things…