Some mornings I wake up ready to conquer the world. YES!!! “Oh crap! It’s her again” the Devil says!
Other mornings… I’m already mentally done before my feet hit the floor. You know the quick pretend you’re sick and pull the covers over your head, no one will know.. mornings.
This isn’t one of those curated “rise and grind” stories.
This is more like:
I rose,
I spilled my coffee,
said a few choice words… not necessarily in my head…
I stepped on a Lego,
AND NOW
I’m questioning my entire life while I’m brushing someone else’s hair with a fork?
Real Life.
You know those days where the dog throws up, the 9-year-old is arguing like he’s a Supreme Court Justice, ( yup I got one too!) Your bank app has a warning flag, and the laundry is eyeballing you like it has something to say…
Yeah. That was just this morning.
I used to think I had to pretend it was all fine.
SMILE. (insert eye roll)… Keep the peace.
But peace doesn’t live in pretending. Peace lives in honesty. In chaos. In admitting, “Actually, I’m not okay today-but I’m trying anyway.”
And trying is enough.
Trying is brave.
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but if you’re reading this while hiding in your bathroom with a mug of something hot (or strong), just know-you’re not alone.
This space-this little corner of the internet-isn’t here to impress anyone. It’s here to say, “Same. Me too. Let’s figure it out one meltdown at a time.”
No Willy Wonka sugarcoating.
No fake positivity.
Just real stories, real messes, and the sacred magic of showing up anyway.
Even if the only thing you checked off today was surviving- I’m proud of you. That counts.
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