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Smiling through it

 Some days, I feel like a light switch. The moment I walk into the salon, I flip “on.” Smiling, upbeat, fully present. I listen closely. I care deeply. I lift spirits. I make people feel beautiful, heard, and whole—even when I don’t feel that way myself. Being a hairstylist is more than just hair. It’s therapy with a blowout. It’s pep talks while trimming dead ends. It’s carrying pieces of other people’s lives in my hands while holding scissors in the other. And while I love what I do and the way I get to connect with people, I won’t lie—some days, it’s emotionally exhausting. Because while I’m pouring into others, I don’t always have the chance to refill myself. It’s a strange kind of loneliness—being surrounded by people all day, yet feeling like no one really asks me how I’m doing. I’m expected to be the one who makes everyone else okay. And I do. But sometimes, I go home completely drained, like I gave away all my energy and forgot to keep a little for myself. But I’m learning ...
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Then vs. Now

 It’s amazing how much better I feel when I journal. It’s like I’m finally giving my heart a voice—like I’m actually hearing myself for the first time. I’ve spent so long holding things in, trying to make everything look okay on the outside, but now… I’m slowly starting to feel okay on the inside too. I’ve been craving love, to be needed, to be seen. But I’m also realizing that if I want something different—something real, something healing—I can’t keep walking the same path hoping it’ll magically lead somewhere new. I have to do the work. I have to face the hard truths. I have demons I haven’t dealt with. Some still whisper in the background, especially when I look at old pictures or get hit with unexpected memories. Like today—a memory popped up from seven years ago. My sister’s high school graduation party. It should’ve been a joyful day, but I remember standing there feeling completely hollow. I had to go alone with my two small kids. My parents wouldn’t let my husband come bec...
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Where Did The Time Go

  Today is my baby's preschool graduation, and I swear I blinked and suddenly he’s not my baby anymore. He walked across that little stage like he was ten feet tall, and I could feel my heart swelling and cracking at the same time. Pride and sadness somehow living in the same breath. I don’t know where the time went. It feels like just yesterday we were doing diaper changes and midnight bottles—and now he’s headed to kindergarten. I’m so proud of him, and so grateful I’ve had the front-row seat to watch him grow… but wow, this mama heart is feeling it today. And with the school year ending for the older two on Thursday, everything’s about to shift again. I’m someone who finds comfort in routines, in knowing what to expect. Summer break always feels like jumping into the deep end without knowing how cold the water will be. It’s exciting, but it’s also unsettling. The noise, the mess, the change—it all triggers my anxiety a little, even though I know we’ll find our rhythm again event...
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Daily Reminder- You're enough

 You are more than enough. Not just today—but every day. Even on the days when the house is a mess, when the kids are wild, when you’re running on coffee and chaos—you are doing it. You are showing up with love, strength, and humor, even when you feel like you’re running on empty. You don’t have to do it perfectly to be an amazing mom. Your presence, your hugs, your silly voices, your tired laughs, even your “I’m hiding in the bathroom for 90 seconds of silence” moments—they all matter. They are enough. You are exactly what your kids need. And the love you give? That’s more powerful than anything on a to-do list. So take a deep breath. You are doing great. And you are enough—always. 💛
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A quiet exhale

 Tonight, the house is quiet. The kids are sound asleep, their soft breathing a gentle reminder that, somehow, we made it through another day. Things didn’t go perfectly today — far from it. The mower broke again, and I definitely lost my cool. I got frustrated, irritated, and overwhelmed. It felt like one more thing on a never-ending list of things that go wrong. For a moment, I let it get the best of me. But now that the day has settled and the noise has faded… I can finally breathe. The grass is mowed. The kids are safe and sleeping. And me? I’m okay. Maybe even a little proud — not because everything went smoothly, but because I kept going, even when it didn’t. I’m learning that peace doesn’t always look like perfection. Sometimes it looks like a mess that got cleaned up just enough. A task that eventually got finished. A heart that calmed down, even if it beat too fast earlier in the day. Right now, I’m not thinking about tomorrow. I’m not stressing over the dishes or the laun...
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One Step at a time

 Everything feels like too much right now — and I’m finally giving myself permission to say that without guilt. Yes, the mower broke again. Yes, the grass is still too long. Yes, the house is a mess, the laundry never stops, the kids need me, and I’m pulled in every direction. But right now, I’m pausing. I can’t fix everything all at once. I can’t be everywhere and everything for everyone. But I can be here. I can take one deep breath. I can remind myself: this moment, this breath — it’s mine. I’m allowed to feel frustrated. I’m allowed to be angry and tired and even resentful. That doesn’t make me a bad person — it makes me human. And being overwhelmed doesn’t mean I’m failing. It means I’m carrying more than one person should have to. Today, I’m going to shift the focus. Not to everything that’s wrong, but to what’s in my power. I can choose one thing — just one — that I will get done today. Not because I have to prove anything, but because I want to feel one small win. Even if i...
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Im tired of everything going wrong

 Today, I just want to scream. It’s been a week of trying to mow the damn grass — one simple thing — and even that doesn’t work out. The mower broke last week mid-mow, and today, it quit again. I swear, nothing ever seems to go right. Every time I try to cross something off the list, life throws another wrench in. It’s like I can’t even do something as basic as mowing the lawn without everything falling apart. And the truth is… it’s not just about the grass. That’s just the tip of the iceberg. I’m overwhelmed. Drowning, really. The house is a mess. The laundry’s never-ending. The grass looks like a jungle. The kids need me constantly. The business pulls me in a hundred directions. I’m tired. I’m frustrated. And what makes it worse is — I don’t feel appreciated. I give and give and hold everything together, and it’s like no one even sees how much I’m doing just to keep the wheels from falling off. Sometimes I just want to break something. I want to shatter a plate or slam a door jus...
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