Well hello and good morning beautiful people.
It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? I mean, a seriously long while. I’ve been absent, not just from this little corner of the internet where we meet for our coffee chats, but from a lot of things. Life has this uncanny way of rushing past, and before you know it, you’re caught in the whirlwind of responsibilities, deadlines, and well, just trying to keep up.
As I sit here with my freshly brewed cup of coffee on this quiet Sunday morning, it’s become apparent that life has been, well, a bit of a challenge lately. You ever have those times when everything seems to be happening at once and you just can’t catch a break? Work demands your attention, the house feels like it’s n the brink of chaos, the kids-bless their hears- have boundless energy that you sometimes wish you could bottle.
As a wife, there’s this thing where you have to balance the role of being a partner, the keeper of the household, and still finding time to spend together. There’s a lot going on, but it’s essential to nurture the connection that started it all. It feels like a breath of fresh air be it a quiet dinner or a shared laugh, where the craziness of life takes a backseat, only for a moment. I cherish those and I want more of those moments.
Life is throwing curveballs left and right and the concept of “adulting” hit me harder than ever this past year. It’s a lot. And hey, it’s okay to admit that, right? Because life be lifeing, as I’ve come to say, is no joke. So, here I am, contemplating the intricacies of this thing called life, wondering if it’s okay to acknowledge that it’s tough right now. Not because I want sympathy, but because, well, maybe you’ve felt the weight of it too in your own way.
I am really struggling with holding it together. When. get off of work, a battle begins – choosing what gets done, and what can wait. It’s that delicate dance of deciding whether to kick my feet up or get busy. The constant busyness leaves me without a moment to think, allowing the weight of the responsibility to get heavier in a sense. By the time the kids are down, my bed is calling my name, leaving no room for myself. This past week, with the stress of work added, led to skipping workouts, my source of peace and joy.
Overwhelming moments hit the hardest when there’s no break in sight, endless things that have to get done. The house could be upside down, I wake up late and can’t do my morning workout. In these moments, taking a step back and literally taking a few dee breaths has become my lifeline. Sometimes, I just tell my husband that I’m done for the day, and his case + understanding makes me feel light.
Yet, I recognize the need to reassess this pattern, as going hard all the time shouldn’t led to a breaking point.
My workouts, my sanctuary, whether it’s Pilates (not a huge fan, but trying), a breathless CrossFit session, or grooving on my Peloton bike, bring me peace. Missing these moments is a big deal. My salah, my lifeline, brings an indescribable clarity and peace to my mind.
Seeing my papa thriving and reading independently, fills my heart. His spontaneous “I love you mommy” and silent hugs on my laps are treasures. As for Asiyah, my sweet girl, her infectious smiles and snuggles make every moment precious. They are my daily reminders to cherish life.
Reclaiming self-care means having the house settled, moving my body daily, kids asleep on time, and sinking into a quiet soak with a good book. The lingering 30 minutes for a face mask adds another layer of tranquility, a ritual I miss dearly.
Missing support ( not to say I’m not supported at all) feels like an unspoken desire for friends to show up without saying a word. Expressing needs is a struggle; I yearn for the naturalness of friends deciding to visit or offer assistance without prompting. It’s totally not on them because how do they know I’m struggling, if I don’t speak up? Life of being a mom, right?
Navigating the ambiguity of not feeling okay involves burying those emotions. When asked if I’m okay, I question if it’s etched on my face or radiating through my energy. It’s a journey that’s making me consider returning to therapy.
Life’s a juggling act, and truth be told, I’m not sure if I’ve mastered it or if it’s mastering me at the moment.
As I wrap up this coffee chat, it feels good to spill a bit of the realness, you know? Life’s not always the curated moment we share online. Sometimes, it’s messy, overwhelming, and downright challenging. But here’s the thing, acknowledging the struggle is a step towards finding balance and reclaiming a sense of self.
So here’s to navigating life, finding those moments of peace, and embracing the unpredictability of this journey called life. If you’re in the same boat, juggling your own set of challenges, know that you’re not alone. We’re all figuring it out, one day at a time.
Until our next coffee chat, take a breath. Find the joy in the small things and remember it’s okay not have it all together.
Here’s to making it through the ups and downs, one sip of coffee at a time.
Ciao!
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