There was a time when that question came easily.
What do I want to become? What should I learn next? What makes me happy?
As kids, we dream without overthinking it. We imagine a version of our future, change our minds, dream again, and somehow believe everything is still possible.
Then life happens. We get married. We become mothers. Our days start filling up with other people's needs instead of our own.
"Did the kids eat?"
"Did I reply to that message?"
"What should I cook today?"
"Did I pay that bill?"
Somewhere in there, the question quietly changes. Instead of "what do I want," it becomes "what does everyone else need from me." And a lot of women lose touch with themselves right there, in that swap, not because they stopped dreaming, but because life got busy enough that they forgot they were allowed to.
I know this because I lived it.
A few years ago, my days were built around tiny hands reaching for me, school schedules, and sleepless nights. I don't regret any of it. But I do regret losing myself inside it. At some point I realized I hadn't stopped being a writer, I'd just stopped writing.
When I finally went back to blogging after a long break, I thought I was just restarting a website. Instead, I found my own opinions again. My own stories. Things I'd forgotten I still cared about.
Around the same time I kept growing as a makeup artist, competed in a pageant for the first time, and started saying yes to things that used to scare me. Not because I'd suddenly become fearless but because I finally understood that you don't have to stop being someone's wife or mother to also be yourself. You're allowed to be both.
For a long time I thought choosing myself meant choosing less for my family. I see it differently now. When I write, I'm happier. When I work toward a goal, I'm more confident. When I take care of myself, I have more to give, not less.
If you're reading this thinking, "I don't even know what I want anymore" — you're not the only one.
It rarely happens all at once. It's one postponed dream, one skipped hobby, one "I'll do it later," repeated for long enough that a year turns into five, and five turn into ten, until you wake up wondering where that younger version of yourself went.
She's still there. She's just been waiting for you to notice her again.
Rediscovering yourself doesn't have to start with something dramatic. It can start with just:
- Reading the book you've been putting off.
- Starting a blog.
- Taking a walk without feeling guilty about it.
- Putting on lipstick because it makes you smile.
- Calling yourself by your own name before all the roles you carry.
I'm still figuring this out myself. Some days I feel completely sure of who I am. Other days I don't. But I've stopped waiting for the perfect time to become the woman I want to be — I'm just taking it one step at a time. Maybe that's enough. Maybe that's where it actually begins.
Before you go —
Take out a notebook, or just the notes app on your phone, and answer this honestly:
What do I want?
Not what your family expects. Not what's expected of someone your age. Just you.
If that's hard to answer, don't be hard on yourself for it. A lot of us have spent years so focused on everyone else that we forgot how to hear ourselves think. That's why I put together a free guided workbook Come Back to You filled with seven days of gentle reflection prompts to help you reconnect with yourself, one day at a time.
Download your copy of Come Back to You here: 📥 Download Free Workbook
And if any of this sounds familiar, I'd love to hear from you. When was the last time you asked yourself what you want?
Maybe today's the day to ask again.
Stay Blessed, Be Happy..!! :-)

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