There’s something you should know about me. I give too much advice. I love to give advice. Some might think it’s arrogant, but it really stems from a deep desire to help people. (And maybe a teeny, tiny feeling that I might possibly have a morsel of wisdom to share.) When people start telling me about a concern or a struggle, my brain automatically makes a list of my favorite talks, quotes, scriptures, life experiences, etc. that seem to be a perfect fit, and those things totally bulldoze their way from my brain to my mouth. I swear it’s a little involuntary. So if my siblings are reading, please know my unsolicited advice-giving compulsion comes out of LOVE (and maybe a little chemical imbalance in my brain).
Given this gift/defect I have, I’ve always kind of fantasized about being a Dear Abby type person, kind of like the bearded guru who sits on a mountain and answers people’s deepest questions (but more like an unshowered housewife who sits on an office chair with chocolate chips and Pringles while her kids watch Super Why and makes up answers for people who somehow thought she might have a modicum of insight.) What can I say? I dream big. Well, just when I thought my wish might never come true, I got two emails and a phone call this past week from wonderful women who were actually ASKING for my advice.
However. I know I don’t have all the answers. And this past week has been SO busy (I know people say that all the time, but I am DEAD serious) that I haven’t been able to dedicate as much thought to them as I would like. I’m working on my responses because their questions are so important. In fact, I think their questions address struggles that we universally face as mothers, women, and daughters of God.
I’m finally getting to my point here. I am really, truly going to answer their questions, but I think you can help. I would love for them to feel an outpouring of love, advice, empathy, and camaraderie from a handful of women around the blogosphere. Basically, I’m going to let you share in my Dear Abby glory.
We’ll start this series with an email from “Not Feeling It.” I’ve edited out all the parts where she tells me why she wanted to ask me for advice– because I’m really humble like that, plus I already printed it and had it embroidered on a pillow.
Dear Abby/Stephanie (that’s me. tee hee hee.),I feel like something is missing in my life. I’m taking care of the kids, exercising, reading — I don’t know what it is, but I just feel pretty empty. I’m kind of going through the motions, but I don’t have a sense of direction. So it makes me wonder if moms like you feel fulfilled.
Do you? Do you feel complete/ whole? It probably sounds dumb. I don’t know that I necessarily need something else in my life, but that I need to figure out how to find the substance in the life I already have. Do you have any perspective on this?
“Not Feeling It”
What do you think, dear wise readers? Share your response in the comments, and please reply in a spirit of charity. My own reply is forthcoming…