Back to the start of this year. Life just by the book. Daddy off to work. Toddlers in half day preschool. Baby home with mama. Mama working a side hustle. Wearing the baby and building a business. After school activities. Festivals and parties. Outings and events. Front row at church. Matching little girls. Isn’t it just the dream?
January 1st and a good hard look at the real truth of it all. And really? I was swirling in a blur of overwhelm. All the good things piled together to make a heap of overtired, overworked, over scheduled, and over extended.
My kids were exhausted. I was empty. My life felt rushed and frantic and hard. Loud. From the outside, it looked like everyone else’s life. Normal. But? Did that make it ok? Is hustle a badge of honor? Am I chained to the dream of doing it all that’s suffocating a generation of women? Normal. But not good.
Or can I choose something wild? Opt out? Choose abnormal.
I wanted quiet. Less. And also more.
2019 was my year to explore a new way. Still. Intimate. Simple. Good.
I pulled my family in close. And changed it all. With the purpose of quieting our lives. For stillness. For Depth. For less. But more.