I read the other day that you do most of your living in the first twenty years of your existence and the rest of it is just trying to process that living. I don’t know yet if this is the most depressing thing I have ever heard, ever, or if it’s a giant relief, but I am pretty sure it’s horseshit. Regardless, it gave me pause, because what I do know is that there is this very real turning point, right about where I am now in my thirties, where a life is no longer about the planning for and moving towards and reaching for and is, instead, about the right now.

And maybe it didn’t turn out the way you wanted it to. It’s hard to even say that, isn’t it? Because I do believe that the way it turned out—is turning out—is exactly the way it was supposed to turn out, but that doesn’t mean it turned out the way I had dreamed it would when it was all out in front of me and I was six years old and my Mom gave me a copy of the constitution and I read the whole thing while on the toilet and got so excited when I saw that nowhere in that whole thing did it say I couldn’t be president just because I had a vagina that I ran out to tell her the news without even remembering to pull my pants up.

But it’s been eons since then and so many of my very own best choices–like the one to marry young and start a family and the one to have all the babies that my heart cried out for–mean other things just don’t fit, not the way my mother’s dog eared copies of Ms magazine made me feel like they would when I thumbed through them and made plans that the unceasing march of time has pulled from me so slowly and sneakily that I couldn’t see it happening even if I tried. I will no longer be a professional dancer. I won’t be a surgeon. I will probably never be a home birth midwife.

And it’s not even all career stuff either, I don’t know how to garden, even, and animals mostly hate me. I’ve wanted to learn how to cook Mexican food for a decade and I haven’t evolved past melting a whole mess of Mexican blend shredded cheese on something and yelling out ‘ole’. It’s pathetic.

But I’ve done the big milestone things of growing up. I graduated from high school, and then from college. I had my babies, I married my marriage, I bought my house. I have a career that I love and I have a hobby I love even more. The work of the getting is starting to be behind me and I’m (mostly) ready to do the work of the having.

And you would think this would be the easy part, except in many ways it’s not.

Who knew? Why would this, the part of life where we can settle into the choices we’ve made and stop agonizing over what the next big step needs to be, be the hardest yet? All that looking forward should have been hard, and it was, but it was that exquisite kind of hard that’s wrought with expectation and promise. This is, well, what it is. And maybe what happens is that the looking forward becomes the looking inward and we notice that even with all of the joy and all of the chaos and all of the living we are busy doing, the longing is still there.

So yes, I’m going to say it. There were dreams bigger than this, bigger dreams than standing here knee deep in laundry with a saggy tummy and early onset wrinkle-face and the dull but un-silence-able voice inside that too remembers what it felt like to run yelling through the upstairs hallway bare-butted and waving that faux parchment around like it was my flag. And in some ways I traded them away, in what was admittedly a deal so stacked in my favor that I would do it again so fast that it would make your head spin if ever given the chance.

I’m not complaining. I’m not. All I’m saying is that it’s not fair that we keep perpetuating this myth that we can have it all. It’s not fair and it’s not true. We can’t have it all, not really. No one can. We can have incredible, beautiful, amazing things. We can have big huge (satisfying, even) pieces of lots of things. If you’re way luckier than you deserve to be, like I was, you might even have a mother in law who is the physical embodiment of grace and watches your children while you carve yourself a career that still feels mostly fulfilling most of the time. But a piece of me never even left them, not once, the whole work day, which means I wasn’t fully present at work. And back at home, on call with my smart phone next to me, I wasn’t fully present either for the wiping or the feeding or the story reading.

We do that, don’t we? We consciously split ourselves in half or thirds or further, into teeny little pieces that we sprinkle over the parts of our life like fairy dust and pray that it will be enough to keep everyone, including us, satiated.

And is it? Here’s the thing: I think so. I really do. It has to be. I also think it’s okay to grieve the loss of some of those old dreams. Life with littles is hard. It’s a tightrope walk. We choose the things that we can carry and we try to accept the things that we can’t and we sweat and crawl and grip to stay on that rope and balance it all and the truth is it isn’t easy and it isn’t very glamorous either.

So as much as I would love to be, I’m not Gloria Steinem, gorgeous, breaking down barriers. I’m a bedraggled mother to four babies, half in and half out, who still sometimes takes them the doctor and wonders how I would have looked in the white lab coat.

But there’s one more thing to remember, and it’s the biggest thing. We’re not done. In what is both a heartbreaking and thrilling development, these babies will not always be babies. They will grow and change–and so will we–and life is nothing if not full of surprises. And none of us should stop dreaming, not for one second. Sorry, person who told me we only truly live for twenty years, but I have a lot more living planned to do.

The dreams are different now, sure. You couldn’t pay me enough to be president, vagina or no. My dreams are more along the line of achieving enlightenment or at least that elusive arm balance pose in yoga. And that’s just today’s edition. Yesterday’s dream was to get out of bed in the morning and this weekend’s was to watch a whole movie with my husband without having to get up once.

Tomorrow maybe I will finally figure out what a tamale is, or save the world, depending on how much coffee I can stomach in the morning. And maybe what the dream is, exactly, is less important than the fact that we have them at all to fall back on in the moments when the everyday minutiae of our beautiful lives feels a little too unbalanced. Because none of us could possibly know yet where our tightropes lead, but I, for one, am so excited to find out that I can barely remember to pull up my pants.

 

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14 thoughts to “They Lied When They Told Me I Could Have it All

  • Dana

    This is beautiful and I resonate deeply with it. I also would make the same choices again, but it can still cut deep.

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    • Liz

      It can, can’t it? Thanks Dana!

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  • Nina

    Beautifully written. I relate very much! Thanks for sharing 🙂

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    • Liz

      Thank you Nina!

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  • Alana - Burnished Chaos

    Such a beautiful post. I totally agree we can’t have it all, and why should we. But we can have what is most important to us and we can continue dreaming and moving forward and evolving x
    #Brillblogposts

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    • Liz

      Thank you Alana!

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  • Lisa Pomerantz

    What a beautiful post. I am so glad I clicked on this and found you! We absolutely do not get to have it all. At the end of the day, when you look around and you are surrounded by love, you come pretty darned close. #brillblogposts <3

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    • Liz

      Thanks Lisa! I’m so glad you found me too! ?

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  • Jen

    I’ve long known that it is impossible to have it all, of course does anyone really want it all? And I completely agree, we’re doing a disservice to the younger people out there when we perpetuate this myth. It’s all about choices. Thankfully, as humans we tend to live for a long time so we have time to do the things we missed out on earlier when we were too busy doing the working and the raising. I’m looking forward to the second half of my life because now I get to do the things I want to do.

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    • Liz

      Me too Jen! This season is incredible but the next will be too. Xoxo

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  • Mandy Farmer

    I definitely get this. I am finding my have it all is just looking very different than I thought it would. I may never be a politician or an attorney (like I thought I would be in undergrad) but everyday I use my education, personality and skill sets to passionately advocate for my child and others like him. Sometimes the master plan is something we could never envision because we didn’t know the turns our lives would take.

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    • Liz

      Mandy! This is so spot on: “Sometimes the master plan is something we could never envision because we didn’t know the turns our lives would take.” Thanks for reading and thanks for the wisdom, sweet mama.

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  • Honest Mum

    This is truly beautiful, having it all means compromising to me, you are right though we are constantly pulled in different directions. It’s a juggling act for sure. Thanks for linking up. You need to pop the code in, in html mode re the badge by the way x

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    • Liz

      Thanks lady! Got it. And thanks for hosting! XOXO

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