01/16/2026
This is the belief I come back to.
Not when things are perfect
but when I feel myself bracing for the other shoe to drop.
Or mentally sprinting to the next thing on my to-do list.
Anxiety loves when I try to prepare for the unknown.
It tells me that if I think hard enough, I’ll stay safe.
But when I notice that frantic energy, I pause and remind myself:
it all works out for me.
Not always how I expect.
Not always on my timeline.
But eventually, with perspective, it does.
That belief brings me back here.
To being present with my husband.
Listening to my teen build a playlist for my dad.
Watching Annie practice her cheer routine for the billionth time.
And I don’t want to miss this moment
because I was busy preparing for one that hasn’t happened.
& if you got this far, I’m so happy you’re here 🤍