Some days, I feel like I’m juggling a million roles, mom, wife, business owner, a hiver and the one who always shows up for everyone. Don’t get me wrong, I love my life, but finding time for me? That’s a luxury I rarely get. Sometimes, I do my best to steal little moments to sip my morning coffee while flipping through a book, stretching my tired muscles, or sneaking out for a few minutes of yoga before the chaos of the day begins.
Lately, though, life has been pulling me in all directions. My mornings start at 6 a.m., and from that moment, it’s non-stop. I cook lunch to take to the shop, do the dishes, wash my baby’s clothes, sweep, mop, believe me the list never ends. Every task is a necessity, no skipping allowed. Then, I get both myself and my son ready, and by the time we finally reach the shop, it’s already 10 a.m. The day moves in a blur, customers coming in and out, my little one needing my attention. Most days, I don’t even realize I haven’t eaten until I glance at the clock and it’s 8 or 9 p.m.
By the time we close up and head home, it’s already late! Sometimes past 10 p.m. But there’s still so much left to do. I bathe my baby, feed him, take a quick shower, and grab something light to eat. Before I know it, it’s midnight, and that’s when I finally get the chance to draft a post. But I can’t even share it immediately because, of course, I still need to take pictures for my post.
There are days when I feel my soul whispering, You need time for yourself. But with so much on my plate, I push that thought aside.
Like I said earlier, most mornings, that's when I steal time for myself. Before my baby and husband wakes, I slip quietly out of bed. That’s my sacred time. I roll out my mat, stretch, and let the silence wrap around me like a blanket. Deep breaths in, deep breaths out. My nerves, worn thin from the day before, slowly unravel itself and my anxieties fading like it never existed.
In these moments, I reflect. Where am I headed? What do I need to improve? What do I truly want? I shut out the world. Phone on airplane mode, no distractions or interruptions. Just me and my thoughts. I always tell myself, Just 30 minutes. But once I start, I get selfish with my peace. Some mornings, an hour passes before I’m ready to return to reality.
This is how I reset, how I release yesterday’s stress and start the day fresh, light, and clear-headed.
Afterward, I treat myself to a simple, refreshing salad of minimal ingredients: boiled egg, cabbage and carrots, just enough to fuel my body without weighing me down.
Sundays, though, are different. No shop, no rush. Just family time. My husband and I work all week, so Sundays are precious. We catch up, talk about life, work and unwind over a movie. It’s our little pocket of peace before Monday pulls us back into the hustle.
Life is a lot. Some days, it’s too much. But in between the chaos, I manage to find my stillness. And that’s what keeps me going.