You are worthy TODAY no matter how much of a train wreck today was. No matter how much you feel you failed today - you didn't. You showed up

I find myself asking, how much longer? How much longer can I sustain this? How much longer can I keep going? But, I will and you will too.

If there were ever a time to let perfection go, it's this year. It's right now, sis. In this moment. Today.

There's no right way to do this. This isn't a time for competition or comparison. Do what works for you.

I see the work that you do every single day. I see the way you love on those babies even when they are turning seven shades of purple.

Some days I feel like I've got it together, while other days I feel like I'm coming unhinged.

I've been going for what feels like days; months if I'm being honest. Yet, everywhere I look the world screams MORE.

I was hanging on by a thread. I couldn't tell you what actually sent me over the edge. Maybe it was traffic, or work, or a text I analyzed.

I feel like I’ve ran a marathon yet I haven’t left my house in weeks. Life as I know it seems to be dangling above my head as a big fat TBD.

There are people out there getting more accomplished before I can even open my eyes.

Day after day I put myself dead last. I check off my lists and ensure that those around me are happy and accounted for.

We wonder - did we say something or do something to offend someone? Is it our clothes or the way we wear our hair? We question everything.

It's not easy. This motherhood thing; this life thing. It's OK to say that out loud. You don't have to hide behind your smile.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. It is NOT your job to ensure everyone is happy. So what are you doing?

Everywhere I look my inconsistencies scream the word "when." When are you going to get it together? When are you going to lose the weight?

We chase objects and titles, homes and possessions and call it the quest for joy. Sis, that's not chasing joy, that's chasing comparison.

I know you are tired, mama. I know some days you feel as though the whole world rests on your shoulders. Your bones ache and your mind races

Yesterday there was no winning. Yesterday was full on survival mode. Head down, foot on the gas ... mama needs to GO type of day.

We wonder why her tribe looks like 10 women when ours looks like one. We shift our focus inward. We start to believe that maybe it's just us

We can talk all we want about leaning in and finding a seat at the table, but guess what sis? You can't find a seat if you don't - GET UP.