Years ago I told Sean that I wanted to go to a conference. He told me to buy a ticket and book a flight.

“I can’t,” I said forlornly.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because it’s happening right now in Chicago.”

He looked wounded. “Why didn’t you tell me before now?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess I didn’t realize how much I wanted to be there.”

I’ve never not shared with Sean what I wanted or aspired to since that moment.

Tonight I have my first post up at Scary Mommy. It’s something I’ve had my heart set on for a while, but had never done anything about until a few days ago. Sean’s support and Allison’s guidance helped make it happen.

Speak your goals, to yourself, to you partner, to whomever or whatever it takes to help you pursue them.

I’d love it if you would visit Scary Mommy for a post I wrote about the futility and magic of bedtime. I’ve closed the comments here, so pop over and share one of your bedtime memories.

Sleeping at Scary Mommy