Let’s Begin Here

I keep catching myself waiting for the “perfect time” to begin—writing, posting, engaging with that part of me that longs to create. I tell myself I need to feel more together, more organized, more... something. But I’m realizing that if I keep waiting for that magical, I’ve-got-it-all-figured-out moment, I may never actually begin.

So, I’m starting now. Messy, unsure, but open.

Let’s begin together, fellow mama, parent, joy-seeker, struggler. Let’s chase beauty, seek joy, and gently push back against the belief that our worth is tied only to what we produce. Because honestly? That’s not working for me anymore.

I value the grounded, clinical side of myself—I’ve spent years honing it. But I’ve also spent years dismissing the other parts: the playful, imaginative, creative, and “silly” parts. And lately, I’m wondering if those parts hold more power than I ever gave them credit for. Maybe they’re not just nice extras—maybe they’re even essential. I’ve spent too long exiling the rest— the playful, creative, curious bits, the parts I’ve called “silly” or “extra.”
The ones that hum with wonder.

Even in the writing -

I find myself tugged between two selves—
the practiced professional and the playful poet.
One is polished and credentialed.
The other hums softly beneath the noise,
asking if she, too, is allowed to speak.

What about you?

What parts of yourself have been silenced, overlooked, or labeled as frivolous by a world that worships hustle and output? What inner voices need space to speak again? What would it feel like to let those pieces take up more room in your life?

I’m creating this space because I need it. A place to gather my creative self. A space for joy, curiosity, whimsy—things that have no ROI but nourish something deep. A place to stop chasing perfection and start engaging with what feels true.

I hope you’ll join me here.