The rush of thoughts, the to-do lists, the juggling of kids, a husband, a house, my business, cooking, school, daycare, appointments, budgets—all the beautiful things that life encompasses—was making me crazy. The flurry of obligations left me depleted daily, tossing and turning at night. I was so confused because this was the life I had created, the “picture-perfect” normal I had wanted since I was a young kid, yet it was all so hard. I constantly felt torn between my business and my kids, like I was always forgetting something—emails, school lunches, callbacks, being a good wife. The hiccups felt endless.

I started thinking deeply about why I was so unhappy. I even tried to remember the last time I was truly happy. Becoming a mom? My wedding day? Nope—that wasn’t it. Then I realized I couldn’t actually remember the last time I was genuinely happy. What even was happiness? And, just as quickly, the question followed: Who the heck was I? The answers didn’t come immediately, but they sure did later…

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