A Diary of a Mom and a Businesswoman
It’s okay to be self-centered.
Center yourself.
Self.
Selfish.
Whatever the play on words is. Typically those words have a negative connotation. Mamas, women, caregivers, all over the world, I dare you, for an hour to be self-centered.Taking care of yourself shouldn’t be a luxury — it’s an essential part of being a genuinely good mom.
I’m not perfect; I make mistakes, but ultimately I’m doing my best, and I want to give a virtual tap on the back to all the moms doing their best to balance between everything.
If you want to care for your family well, take good care of yourself. And that’s a MUST. But really, I dare you. Take an hour today or tomorrow. Find your support, find your village. Because YOU are allowed to be self-centered, and that makes you a superhero at the end of the day.
Let’s have a real talk. I know it’s hard to open up about these things, especially when you’re balancing between having a personal life and a career, but I want to change that for all the women out there. It’s okay not to be okay. It’s okay to mess up and be vulnerable. Call this; however, you feel like it. For me, I will call it a Diary of a Mompreneur.
I’m in the thick of it right now. Having two kids under three and also a bonus mom to a 15 and 13-year-old. A start-up company founded with my husband.
I’ve become a master of context switching as I work out of my home. I go from performing a demo to a multimillion company — to going downstairs to get some water while my 2.5 years old repeats: “Mommy, are you done working!?”
My husband was my first “baby” when we met in 2014. Guess how he’s feeling these days. It’s hard; I’m not going to lie. I’m not perfect; I make mistakes, but ultimately I’m doing my best, and I want to give a virtual tap on the back to all the moms doing their best to balance between everything. Remember, what you’re doing is enough. Start by embracing that. Your kids will thank you for it one day.
I’ll end with an excerpt from @fourthtrimestercollective that I just love.
We know her.
Weepy exhaustion.
Failure to find the elusive “balance”.
Looking for a moment for herself, but she’s forgotten who “she” is.
Responsibilities, knocking. Goals, on hold. Dreams for the future, fading.
We can feel the “too much-ness” of this moment.
And it hurts. And it’s hard.
And we can feel the “not enough-ness” of this moment.
And it’s raw. And it’s real.
This feeling can be so isolating. It’s the stuff no one prepares us for. And it’s the shit no one shows.
But we’re shining a light on it. Because it’s so very authentic. And it can be so powerfully connecting.
These moments do not have to exist in the dark. Bring them here. Share them. Release them.
Yes. We know her. We are her. And if you’ve felt it, you belong here too.
We’ve been there. Have you?
