It's not an easy thing to figure out how to meld new parts of our identity in. Those times when our life leaps forward in a moment and we'll never be the same again. Whether it's losing a loved one, starting a totally new career or becoming a parent.
For me right now it's preparing to become a parent. It's funny the little ways we see that our old and new self are not totally integrating yet. I noticed it when I was tallying up the books I had read for my 26 books in 2018 goal and I had consciously not counted any of the books to do with babies/parenting. For some reason the books in my goal needed to be "real" books. They needed to advance my skills as a leader or thinker or broaden my perspective on the world around me.
It seems silly to read that. I know that being a parent will become as important or more than the other roles that I hold at the moment. Why did I feel a need to separate that learning out? Already I can see a little preview of the struggle I know I'll continue to hold over the coming years between being Mom and being everything else. Being a force for good is about to get a little more complicated and, hopefully, a lot more joyful.