Raising Resilience Daily

Let’s just start here: I haven’t written in a while.

Not because I didn’t want to. Not because I didn’t have anything to say. But because life; real, messy, beautiful, relentless life; has been happening at full speed. And something had to give. This time, it was this new adventure.

I used to think routines were these neat, color-coded systems that, once established, would run like clockwork. But lately, I’ve realized that my “routine” is more like a game of Tetris; one where the pieces keep changing shape mid-air. Is it even a routine if it changes every day? (#hockeymomlife says yes.)

Here’s a snapshot of the past few weeks:

• Hockey (multiple kids = multiple teams = multiple schedules)
• School in full swing, with bonus random days off and appointment juggling
• A fun multi-year skin virus, no one talks about (because of course)
• Holiday prep looming like a glittery, chaotic cloud
• Oh, and did I mention I’m deep in the job hunt? Interviewing, waiting, wondering, dreaming; carrying the mental load of what’s next while still managing the now

It’s a lot. And I know I’m not alone in this.

I’m in a season of starting something new. I’m craving growth, challenge, and the next level of impact. I’m dreaming big and showing up boldly. But I’m also still a mom. Still the scheduler, the snack-packer, the appointment-booker, the emotional anchor. And sometimes, sleep wins. Sometimes, the blog doesn’t.

But here’s the thing I’m learning (and re-learning): Grace is not a detour from growth……it’s part of the path.

Giving myself grace doesn’t mean I’m giving up. It means I’m honoring the season I’m in. It means I trust that the words will come when they’re ready. That the ideas I’m nurturing; about resilience, motherhood, leadership, and reinvention; are still growing, even when they’re not on the page.

So today, I’m writing again. Not because I’ve figured it all out, but because I haven’t. Because I’m still in it. Because Raising Resilience isn’t about perfection; it’s about showing up, starting again, and letting the messy middle be part of the story.

If you’re in a season where something had to give, I see you. If you’re chasing something new while holding it all together, I’m with you. And if you’re wondering whether you’re allowed to pause and still call yourself committed; you are.

Here’s to bold beginnings, flexible routines, and the grace to keep going—even when we have to stop for a bit.

Raising leaders, chasing goals, and occasionally losing my mind.