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the most asked question I receive is always about balance. but what if balance isn’t the goal? what if it’s happy chaos, and organized messes, and our own dream of having it all?

because none of us are doing the juggle with equal weights. balance doesn’t account for human emotions, for sick days, for toddler tantrums, for big deadlines. balance doesn’t account for the friend who needs us or the partner who is hurting or the big opportunity that arrives at a weird time.

I spent a lot of time at the start of motherhood chasing balance. between mothering, working, self-caring, caring for others, and showing up for those I loved. it’s hard. it’s exhausting. it’s never good enough. but what I learned is balance isn’t what makes me a good mom, or a good boss, or a good friend. balance isn’t the goal.

the goal is feeling free. free to parent without rules. free to work and dream without placing excuses on ourselves. free to go for a run or take a bath or travel without guilt. free to love your partner in a way that makes you feel like every version of yourself is accepted. free to celebrate exactly the woman you want to be, versus the one others want you to be…

that’s what makes us the best at whatever roles we choose for ourselves. because their ours.

freedom. we create it by doing what feels good and right. by dedicating time to the people and to the passions we love. by asking for help. by forgiving ourselves often. by not starting off every thought with… “I would, but…”

we are capable of so many roles, of so many titles, of so many dreams. and it doesn’t require balance, rather, it requires the freedom to believe we can. imperfectly, and imbalanced.

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creating life and building businesses and chasing dreams and changing paths and failing and succeeding… and doing it side by side, with enough space for us to stand on our own, and yet enough togetherness to call this life story unmistakably ours.

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someday, he’ll probably remember these summer waves, and the sand castles, and the rocks he collected. but most of all, i hope he remembers how he felt. free, loved, and wild. happy, ready, and wishful. like the world is sunshine even after his tears. that’s the childhood i want him to know. and the life i want him eager to live, always 🌊

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22 weeks… don’t know gender, don’t have a name, and yet I know this tiny soul so well already.

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I hope the edge of this water always surprises him, inspires him, and reminds him that our world is forever moving, through all the good and all the bad. every wave is purposeful.