BUILT TO BLOSSOM

I grew up in a military household where my father's achievements were easily measured by his rank. So the idea of having clearly defined order, purpose, and goals felt natural to me.

But as I got older, and especially after I left a job I loved to care for our first child, Ashley, my own life's purpose didn't feel so easily defined. As I juggled round-the-clock feedings and mounds of laundry, and dealt with exhaustion, I missed the defined responsibilities, structure, and accountability other jobs required. I was happy and grateful to be at home with our daughter, but I felt unmoored.

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