The Struggle Is Real: Confessions Of A Momtrepreneur


Before I start, I would just like to thank my (relatively few) loyal readers for sticking around thus far.  I have learned on my journey that consistency is one of the most important elements in maintaing a successful blog, and lack thereof has been one of my biggest pitfalls.  The life of a momtrepreneur is not nearly as glamorous as it looks on Instagram.  My weak attempt at a content calendar, spends most of it’s days collecting dust while I juggle my roles as a soccer mom, a chauffeur, a chef, a boo-boo kisser, and a doting wife, simultaneously trying to manage my freelance duties as a videographer, photographer, graphic designer, web designer, and brand ambassador.  In the little time that I find for myself, I try to squeeze in a regular yoga practice, 3 coffees a day, and I spend most of my nights on the couch working on my laptop, while hubby watches sports in my periphery.  And although I have an archive of polished fashion-model portfolio ‘tear sheets’ pre-dating digital photography or the selfie era, which no-doubt paint the image of lavish beauty and luxury (and make for great ‘throwback Thursday’ posts)… I literally drive my kid to school every morning in my worked-in sweatpants, thrown on top of hubby’s old boxer shorts (aka.  my pajamas).

Seriously though, how do other lifestyle bloggers find the time to spend an hour every day doing their hair and makeup simply in the name of ‘the gram’?  I can’t do it, and I don’t.  In fact, I’d like to think I’m as low maintenance as it gets (a little lip-gloss goes a long way).  I don’t wear fake nails, or fake lashes, or fake anything for that matter (well, fake fur and leather, yes).  But what you see is what you get, and that is the only way I’m comfortable (that, and in my sweats or yoga pants, of course).  I also don’t understand heels.  I love them.  I buy them.  And I suffer in them on only the most calculated and necessary occasions… but are we really to believe that all those ‘social influencers’ out there are walking around the big city all day long in 4 inch stilettos?  I’m actually getting blisters just thinking about it!

I guess what I’m trying to say is, that I’ve come to terms with who I am, and I’m not afraid to admit that my life is not all beaches and mimosas.  I’ve had some amazing experiences, and some life-altering and traumatic ones (to say the least), and still I’ve been blessed with an incredible family who consumes my every heart-beat, but the daily struggle to prove myself (to myself) is real, and it’s constant.  Some say to ‘fake it till you make it’… but I’d prefer to be authentic.  The truth is, I am far from ‘making it’, and everyday feels like only a fraction of a baby step toward my greater goals.  I’m certainly no Wonder Woman… I’m mostly just tired and insecure about the same stuff as everyone else; finances, stretch marks, getting the kid to school on time, and wondering if I chose the right career path, or is this all a big waste of time?  But hey, if you are reading this right now… then I know I’m not alone.  So again, thank you for sharing in my journey, and making it all worthwhile!

“A new journey to be started.
A new promise to be fulfilled.
A new page to be written.
Go forth unto this waiting world with pen in hand, all you young scribes,
the open book awaits.
Be creative.
Be adventurous.
Be original.
And above all else, b
e young.
For youth is your greatest weapon, your greatest tool.
Use it wisely.

– Wonder Woman, #62 by George Perez

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