Guilt of a Housewife

Not by choice, but I’m currently identifying as a housewife. It’s a title I’ve never held, and if I’m being honest, often judged.

< At my favorite creative hub. Main Street Modern in Canton Oh. >

Here’s the kicker - we don’t even have children!

Yet. More on that later.

I’ve been conditioned that my enoughness can’t include the tasks + details of daily living in a marriage and home.

For enoughness sake, we’ll call it: Home + Living Management.

The story I’ve told myself since I was 17ish, is to feel happy, fulfilled, and enough I must be abundantly financially independent, hold fancy titles with fancy people, and dress in fancy clothes. Prove myself! Be a hard-ass boss bitch and hustle hustle hustle.

The new + current realities attached to my professional and personal life have taught me a lesson I never thought I’d welcome. It’s stepping down and away from the life I prescribed for myself that may be the medicine I need to reach the abundance I desire.

So, here i am…

Doing my doing differently.

Focusing intentionally.

Less is less and loving it.

Learning softly.

And, being very frugal in the process.

Side note: Frugality inspires my creativity and authenticity. It takes more effort but the results can feel powerful and satisfying.

The life + art I want to grow isn’t going to blossom by being harder or over-hinged.

What I want for my family + home is going to take time. Intentional, soft time where I deliberately reprogram the program I thought I wanted. It’s an investment I’m willing to make. Hopefully, I’ve got 50 more years to see if it worked.

With love,

Megan