My Journey to Finding My Rhythm and Confidence

I’ve been struggling to find myself again. Some days I wake up and wonder where my rhythm went—where that spark, that vibe I used to carry so effortlessly, disappeared to. Life has been heavy, and when you’re carrying so much stress, it’s hard to find space for yourself. It’s like trying to dance to a song you can barely hear anymore.

For a while, I tried to push through it. I told myself I just needed to work harder, be stronger, stay focused. But the truth is, I wasn’t giving myself room to simply breathe. I wasn’t allowing myself to admit that things felt off—like my energy, my confidence, and even my identity had been stretched thin between responsibilities, motherhood, work, and life’s constant curveballs.

I keep searching for that balance, that middle ground where I can breathe without feeling like I’m falling behind. But truthfully? I haven’t found it yet. And that’s the hardest part—admitting I’m still searching and realizing that not having all the answers is its own kind of honesty.

But here’s what I am learning
It’s okay to be in this space.
It’s okay to feel lost and still keep moving.
It’s okay to be messy and still be worthy of love, rest, softness, and joy.

Every day, even on the quiet ones, I’m taking tiny steps back toward myself—choosing moments of stillness, saying no when I need to, giving myself grace instead of guilt. I’m noticing that healing doesn’t always show up loudly. Sometimes it arrives in small ways: a deeper breath, a softer thought, a moment of peace in between the chaos.

Maybe finding my rhythm again isn’t about snapping back into who I used to be. Maybe it’s about becoming someone new—someone stronger, softer, wiser, and more aligned with the woman I’m growing into.

I’m still learning. Still trying. Still showing up.
And for now, that’s enough.