We lost my grandma last night.
Nothing can prepare you for that loss, no matter how prepared you think you are.
Her body is still here but I know her soul is with Jesus and there is so much peace in that. And peace knowing her pain is gone. But the grief that comes isn’t easy.
It’s taken me a very long time to realize that I’ve lost who I am.
Who is Monica?
A few weeks ago I woke up feeling numb. I’m not sure if I felt sadness, or darkness, or anything for that matter…I just felt blank.
If you don’t know this, I’ve been a professional photographer since 2011. It was always a dream of mine, among so many other dreams, yet I found my calling in it and stuck with it. Over the last eight years of being behind the camera, I’ve captured hundreds of family and senior sessions and so many weddings, I lost track. But honestly, I got burnt out.
It became too much about the “perfect” posed photos and I lost my way, I lost my love of photography, I lost my passion.
The United Kingdom has part of my heart.
If you’ve been following along, you know I traveled across the world to meet my best friend for the first time, an amazing woman/wife/mum I “met” through Instagram over two years ago. What started as a simple following, and occasional interaction, has bloomed into the greatest real-life friendship ever. And it’s no secret that we wish the trip never had to end! I feel very fortunate for Instagram, for being part of our story.
I think we live in a world that tells us we need to be happy all the time.
Actually, I don’t think that, I know that.
I’m not going to draw this post out, because I think it’s actually very simple. We can portray a happy life with our highlight reels on social media…we can hide behind screens and put on fake smiles at family functions. We can show the world that we are happy because that’s what the world wants to see.
But…(don’t miss this)
IT’S OK TO NOT ALWAYS BE OK.
When I envisioned this travel post, it was a lot different than what it’s about to be.
It’s more meaningful and exciting now!
Back in February, I approached countless airlines with an idea to surprise my best friend for her birthday (thanks to help from her husband!) Since she lives in England and I’m in the United States, I thought it would be the greatest story about how dreams come true.
Wow Air wowed me by offering me a ticket to fly across the pond to surprise her. Like most collaborations, we agreed to terms and everything was set in motion. I was excited to possibly be breaking into the travel blogging scene as well…hence Momma Meets World!!
If you’re feeling overwhelmed, stop right where you are. If you’re feeling like the mundane is getting the best of you, stop right where you are.
I need you to take a step back, take a deep breath, and think about this for a second.
From when your child is born, until they leave at age 18, there is about 958 Saturdays. That’s almost 1,000 Saturdays and that seems like SO much! Maybe that number is overwhelming to you, thinking about the bad days and the hard days and the days that don’t end…but here’s the kicker. If you put 958 marbles in a glass jar and look at it, it’s nothing! Every single one of them represents one Saturday, and they dwindle down way too fast.