Let’s talk about identity crises, shall we? Because let me tell you—nothing wakes you up to the fact that you have no idea who you are, like realizing your hobbies include laundry, picking up the same toys 14 times a day, and memorizing every episode of Bluey.
For years, I thought I was just a mom and a wife. And to be fair, I was those things. But somewhere in the middle of snack-time negotiations and singing the Encanto soundtrack for the 400th time, I lost track of me. Now? Now I’m on a mission to find out who I am beyond motherhood and marriage. Turns out, I love reading (hello, fictional boyfriends), digital marketing, and content creation. I also love the idea of financial freedom (more on that later), reclaiming my time, and actually feeling like me again—not just the default caretaker running on caffeine and broken sleep.
I won’t lie—this whole “rediscovering myself” thing is messy. Some days, I feel unstoppable—like I’m finally stepping into the life I was meant to live, even if I’m arriving fashionably late to the party. Other days? I’m overwhelmed, questioning every decision, and wondering if I’m completely unqualified for this thing called adulthood. But I’m doing it anyway.
Rediscovering My Passions
Right now, my biggest passion project is figuring out financial stability. Not exactly the most thrilling journey (seriously, why is adulting 90% bills and 10% forgetting passwords?), but I want independence. I want to build a future where I don’t have to rely on anyone—not for security, not for permission, not for stability. Because for the longest time, I did. And now, I want to know what it feels like to stand on my own.
So, I’m learning. I’m taking digital marketing courses, absorbing everything I can about content creation, and slowly figuring out how to turn my skills into something sustainable. Will I get rich overnight? Highly doubtful. Will I keep pushing forward because I refuse to stay stuck? Absolutely.
But I’m also figuring out what makes me happy—not just what pays the bills. I’ve realized I actually love going to church on Sundays. It’s become this unexpected reset button in my week, giving me space to breathe and reflect. I love escaping into fantasy books (because reality sucks sometimes), over-caffeinating myself daily, and just getting out of the house whenever I can—because being stuck inside 24/7 is a special kind of torture.
Also, side note: I am desperately trying to speed-read The Fourth Wing again because Onyx Storm is sitting there judging me, and I refuse to let it down. Priorities, people.
A Work in Progress
This blog is going to be my space to figure things out, share the chaos, and remind myself (and anyone else who needs to hear it) that we’re allowed to grow, change, and take up space in our own lives. Because for too long, I felt like I wasn’t allowed to want more. Like my dreams had to come second (or third, or fourth) to everything and everyone else.
And honestly? My brain is constantly on overdrive. When was the last time I got my hair done? Or my nails? Shoot, I could really use a massage. Meanwhile, my kids are outgrowing everything overnight, and I swear at this point, buying them brand-new clothes is just setting money on fire. So yeah, I’ll be thrifting for real. And don’t even get me started on trying to balance parenting and independence—where’s the manual for that? Oh, wait, there are manuals… but why are they all e-books?! Seriously though, there are so many how-to books out there on everything that I don’t even know where to start. It’s like a never-ending search for the one guide that will answer all my questions. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t exist.Okay, I’m spiraling. This is when I pull out a book. When my mind is jumping left, right, up, and down, reading lets me focus on one thing—the story in front of me. It reminds me that even when life feels overwhelming, I can escape for a little while and come back stronger. Because I know everything is going to be okay, even if it isn’t okay right now. As I’ve learned in church, it’s about taking small steps—one at a time—until one day, you turn around and realize just how far you’ve come.