
25/08/2025
๐ฌ๐ผ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ปโ๐ ๐น๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ธ โ ๐ถ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐, ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ป ๐ถ๐ณ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ปโ๐ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น ๐ถ๐ ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐ โจโฃ
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Lately Iโve been feeling a little lost. Stuck between pregnancy and motherhood, unsure how to reclaim even a tiny bit of attention for myself.โฃ
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Working + IVF + moving house twice + pregnancy + birth + anxiety + holding it all together โ it burned me out.โฃ
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And since Poppy arrived, my attention has been 100% on her. Her needs. Her health. Her happiness. Our little family is my dream come true ๐ธ โ but I realised over the weekend (through some tough convos with my husband)โฆ that doesnโt mean ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ.โฃ
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I can be a mother without being a martyr.โฃ
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So this morning, I decided to start differently. I put Poppy down for 15 minutes, pressed play on a summer playlist (even though it was raining), and let my body move.โฃ
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At first, it felt silly. But soon, I felt myself come back to life. I remembered all the times I danced in the sunshine at festivals and concerts. I remembered ๐ฎ๐ฆ.โฃ
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๐ I share this as a permission slip:โฃ
If youโve lost yourself in taking care of everyone elseโฆโฃ
If youโve been spiraling in control modeโฆโฃ
If youโre craving a moment of alivenessโฆโฃ
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๐ Put on one song. Let your body move.โฃ
๐ See what happens next.โฃ
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Because clarity and confidence donโt live in your head โ they live in your body. ๐โฃ
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Big love,โฃ
K xโฃ