01/25/2026
I’ve been reflecting a lot lately on my presence.
I’ve been hearing my daughter’s voice in my ear:
“Mom, will you be home tomorrow morning to do my hair?”
Lately, the answer was often “no.”
And every time I said it out loud, it crushed me.
She’s in fifth grade. Hair matters.
But it was never really about her hair.
It was about me being there.
And every time I wasn’t, she felt it. I felt it.
Yet, my presence wasn’t wasted. It was being given somewhere else, with real intention and real purpose.
I’m fortunate to feel such a pull on my heart. I am surrounded by pockets of purpose at every corner I turn. But sometimes, when you confuse availability for impact, your internal compass begins to glitch. 🧭
Presence doesn’t start with being louder, busier, or more available. It starts with capacity. And capacity is created through self-care. 🧘🏻♀️
I’m realizing that my greatest impact isn’t always the loudest one.
Sometimes it’s quiet.
Sometimes it’s small.
Sometimes it looks like guessing my way through a fishtail braid. 🎀
Do you ever feel pulled between something you love and something you love? ✨ What a gift.
Hold space for yourself and you’ll know exactly where your presence is being called in that next moment. 🩵