My Why

Throughout the day, it’s completely normal for me to be bombarded by a million ideas to write about. Full paragraphs form as I mow, line after semi-straight line across the grass. Funny tidbits bubble up as I wipe down sticky, popsicle-dripped hands—again. Relatable worries and testaments to motherhood rise to the surface as I spritz my Mrs. Meyers spray over our kitchen table, marked up with Sharpies and paint pens for the fifth time.

I dream of what I want to be: a writer, a blogger—someone who has created something meaningful and wholly their own, polished from the thoughts that live in my very own brain.

But somehow, by the time evening rolls around—after the last kiss is smooched, the final lullaby is sung, and the bedtime prayer whispered... after the day’s debrief with my husband, after I’ve wearily brushed my teeth and halfheartedly gone through some semblance of a skincare routine—there’s nothing left. No creativity. No swirling ideas, buzzing around like happy bees eager to be released.

There are nights when I’m at peace with that—content to simply be wife and mama. But then there are moments like this one, where the words feel so close, itching to be let out. Tonight, it came after a friend messaged me a post from another blogger looking to hire someone. And honestly? My first thought was: I want to do it myself. 

I can do it myself.

I have ideas.

I have so much I want to share. 

And more than anything, I want it to matter. 

I want someone to read my words and feel a little less alone.

My hope for this blog, for this space, is not to fill it with lists or how-to’s or quick fixes. I want it to hold stories. Thoughts. Honest moments of love, fear, frustration, and hope. I want the bleary-eyed moms, the tired wives, the women second-guessing a dozen choices a day, to come here and simply be. To feel understood. To know they’re not the only one.

Life is so many things. And today, I think I’ve finally found the words to explain my “why.” This is my dream. This is my calling. 

This is what I want to do. Who I’m meant to be.

I don’t need to follow the SEO script.

I don’t have to become the picture-perfect influencer. 

If this is what I’m meant to do… it will happen. And I’m ready.