03/02/2026
Lately, something has shifted in me...
Since having my third baby, I’ve been carrying this overwhelming feeling that time suddenly feels louder.
Not frantic — just present.
Like I want to slow down, be here, make memories, change things that no longer feel right… before something passes me by.
At first, I questioned myself.
Is this anxiety?
Is it because I’m turning 30 soon?
Is it just the weight of having three children now?
But the more I sit with it, the more I realise — this isn’t fear.
It feels like awareness.
Motherhood has changed how I experience time.
Not in a way that makes me want to rush…
But in a way that makes me want to arrive.
I’m looking at my life differently.
My pace.
My priorities.
My values.
Where my energy goes.
What actually matters.
I’ve had this deep pull to almost reboot things —
to reset my focus,
to realign with what feels meaningful,
to return to study,
to create more intention in how I live and how I show up.
Not because what I have isn’t enough —
but because I want to be more present inside it.
And I think part of this comes from stepping fully into motherhood in a way I haven’t before.
There’s this quiet realisation that with three children, something settles.
Like I’m no longer becoming a mum —
I am one.
A full-blown family.
A deeper level of responsibility, devotion, and embodiment.
It’s not that I wasn’t a mother before —
it’s that this role is now asking me to inhabit it more fully.
And I didn’t arrive at this season easily.
So now that I’m here, I don’t want to miss it.
What I’m learning is that this feeling doesn’t need fixing.
It needs honouring.
This isn’t a crisis.
It’s a threshold.
A quiet crossing from surviving → choosing.
From becoming → embodying.
I’m not running out of time.
I’m waking up to it.
And instead of letting that awareness rush me,
I’m letting it ground me.
If you’re a mother feeling this too — questioning, reflecting, craving more presence or direction — you’re not alone. There’s nothing wrong with you.
Some seasons aren’t meant to be pushed through.
They’re meant to be witnessed.
🤍