My computer straight up died as I started to type the first sentence of this post. I find it humorous in this moment, because that’s kinda how I feel right now.
Like, I don’t wanna. Waaaahhh!
I kinda just want to relax for a moment.
Today is my last day as a mother of two under two. Obviously, it hasn’t been my most productive month. I’m home all day with a newborn, so you would think I could accomplish more, but I’m no longer in charge of my own schedule. I’m on the baby food clock now. And come to find out, I don’t feel super creative when I’m lacking sleep, rocking crying babies, and planning my life in two to three hour blocks.
When I think about it rationally, I know my whole world isn’t going to crumble if I opt out of my norm for a month, or two, or three…
But honestly, when I’m in it, living it, I forget.
Why is it such a struggle?
Why do we convince ourselves that slowing down is going to have these major implications?
Our career or business is going to fall apart, our relationships will unravel, our bodies will never be the same, we’ll never do x and y and z again….
Deep breathe. We gotta let that stinking thinking go.
It is true that life won’t pause for us when we slow down. But it will always be there, ready to pull us in another direction.
We won’t convince our babies to slow down for us, so maybe we should slow down for them, while we can.
The newborn stage is a strange one. Life revolves around a tiny, helpless being. The hours are mundane, but the memories are everything.
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