We’re speeding towards 2023 and I don’t feel like I’ve fully processed 2022 yet.
I went back to work, I left my job. I went back into consultancy at the same time as moving/relocating coasts (Gold Coast to Sunshine Coast) dream job ✅ dream location ✅ though I do not recommend doing this all at once 🫠
We settled everyone in but couldn’t find a suitable care arrangement for the boys till 2023 - cue Jack and I on roster between work/childcare for five months. Doable only because I work from home and he works shift work.
We celebrated a first and third birthday, leaving newborns and babies behind us in what feels like a blink - grateful we made it and at the same time mourning the stage now past us.
I grappled with mental health struggles that left me a walking shell of myself some days. I kept going, processing and working on supporting myself from the general shit show the last four years has been for my mental health, as I know it’s been for so many of us. Trying to teach my body and nervous system what safety feels like, to move out of fight or flight which has been permanently on since my first pregnancy.
And now I sit here as the curtain is drawn down on this year, only just slowing down to catch my breath. This year feels like a catapult forward - the fastest of the last four. Though all have been fast since having kids.
So before we start choosing our words for 2023. Before New Year’s resolutions and goal setting and intentions begin.
Pause.
Breath.
Remind yourself that you made it.
Even on the days you weren’t sure how you would. Even when it felt so hard and so dark and unbearable. Even through the exhaustion, the juggle, the struggle of modern motherhood.
You are here beautiful mama. You are here. And you are enough, just as you are ❤️
