I’ve had the best intentions every day to write beautiful content and post perfectly curated blog and Instagram pieces. But the truth is, I’m exhausted. My creative mind is constantly creating design ideas and blog topics, but my body is saying “sorry, not today”. It’s super overwhelming and frustrating that the simplest of tasks that would have taken me hours now takes me days… (okay, weeks if we are being truthful). Between taking care of my seven month old and being 28 weeks pregnant, my creativity has taken a bit of a backseat. I want to be the blogger who puts up her Christmas tree early just to take the most perfect photographs for her followers, the blogger who has a cute nursery designed with a sweet write up with all the details and the blogger who has enough time to write inspiring words this season.

But, I’m the momma who takes care of my baby from the moment my eyes open in the morning to the moment they close at night. I’m the momma who wakes up in the middle of the night with pregnancy leg cramps and pee breaks and then *tries* to stay awake during the day. I’m the momma who is just trying to be a good mom.

So tonight, I’m giving myself permission to be the creative woman God instilled in me from such a young age (at age 6 I would pretend to have my own business and as a pre-teen I would put towels and blankets under furniture and re arrange my apartment before my mom got home from work), but also giving myself permission to be okay if I don’t reach my target number of blog posts this month or if  I don’t get around to decorating the Christmas tree… this month or at all this year.

This is just a season of slowing down and forgetting about perfection.

I think we can all get caught up in our own expectations of ourselves, but we should be giving ourselves the permission needed to take a break or to take a step back when needed. I have such a desire to be creative and live out what God has intended for me, but I also know that He has blessed me with this beautiful growing family and sometimes it’s going to be a balancing act to do both.

I keep telling myself, it’s just a season.

This isn’t going to last forever. This season of being tired, exhausted and sore (even burnt out) wont always be my life. I’m going to have really wonderfully creative and productive days. I’m going to have easy and meaningful days taking care of my babe. And when I don’t, I’m not going to beat myself up over it, but instead be transparent in the imperfections and give myself permission to do what is needed for the soul.

If you’re in a season right now of transition like I am, know that you’re not alone and that when it starts to feel overwhelming there is almost always a few people willing to help if you just invite them in.

xo