I like taking life experiences and writing about them in a way that is empowering.
But that’s not always possible.
Sometimes, life is just hard.
Almost every time I break my bedtime (yes I have one), either my lovely child wakes me up in the middle of the night and/or my racing mind.
Being a parent has this whole new level of pressure for showing up.
There’s usually no safety net—no sleeping in, no nap time.
Just a reminder that the next couple of nights, I’m sure as hell gonna stick to my bedtime.
And so, I trudge along, having just enough energy to perform well at work—underneath it all, feeling exhausted and a bit edgy.