I started reading Slow: Simple Living For a Frantic World by Brooke McAlvery.

It felt as if I was reading a book I wrote.An overwhelmed, anxious mom trying to do it all for her family while caffeinated running not enough sleep?

Ya, that’s me.

It’s been better but I still find myself overwhelmed between motherhood, work, my relationship and then just my own personal life.

Work has been going very well now that I’m getting back to a more consistent schedule post knee osteoarthritis and hip injury.I’ve had to say yes to things I typically would say no to; trying to get both feet back in the door to build a schedule I want so that I can say NO when necessary.

I recently got certified in Restorative Yoga, which I’ve been trying to do for the last [almost] nine years. It just so happened that someone needed to take a step back from a yoga class at my gym and there I was newly certified.

I went from having ONE class at the end of March to having FOUR classes starting the first week of May. Now don’t get me wrong, I am over the moon happy. I have the classes that I’ve been wanting and have an immense passion for; two Pilates, one Forever Fit class and now the Restorative Yoga.

But I didn’t expect any of this to happen so soon, I was thinking by fall maybe winter to get back up to four classes. You know to have time to adjust to a new schedule.It’s been rough because there have been times I just wanted to be with my kids but I’ve had to say yes to certain work obligations. I feel that as I learn and grow more the journey for me is two steps forward and ten steps backwards.

When I manage to figure out one thing, something else pops up.

Eventually I have to realize that life is a journey and not a destination. I preach this with my clients and here on my blog, but why am I struggling to grasp this concept?

My oldest the other day told me randomly “slow and steady wins the race mom.”It was as if she knew what was going on in my mind… as if the universe knew I needed to hear this. If my seven year old could understand this why can’t I at almost 35?

One day at a time my friends, one day at a time.–Sabs 🌿