and every day moving forward…
Once you move through your thirties and into your forties, something shifts. Your energy changes. Your attention turns inward. Life begins to quietly ask you to start again, only this time with more intention. Friendships take more effort to maintain. Conversations feel heavier. And you find yourself relearning things you thought you had already mastered. It is not a step backward. It feels more like rediscovery.
There are things in life that I cherish deeply, and I hold them close. They feed me in quiet but lasting ways. Being a mother means my mind rarely rests. Even when the house is calm, my thoughts keep moving. I worry about my children’s safety, their emotions, their futures, and their little hearts. Sometimes the people we love the most are the ones who unknowingly teach us the hardest lessons.
Still, I find peace in small moments. I may not have a lot of time for myself, but I try to honor what I do get. In those pockets of stillness, I pause. I breathe. I remember who I am. I remind myself that I am my own best investment. I matter too. And that truth is something I have had to learn over time.
Tonight feels peaceful. I am surrounded by the ones I love. The kids are close by. Music hums in the background. Their laughter floats around the room like warm air. Their joy anchors me. I feel like I am drifting through a gentle season of my life, one that I am learning to embrace with softness.
Today was refreshing. We went to the lake and it was my first time on a boat. The view was breathtaking. The sun shimmered on the water as if tiny crystals were scattered across its surface. The sky was open and calm with soft clouds painting the edges. The temperature stayed in the low eighties and the breeze felt cool and playful, brushing gently against our skin.
We packed a few coolers filled with cold drinks and had plenty of snacks, including wings and fresh fruit. Everyone took turns at the wheel, learning how to steer and feeling the thrill of the ride. Although I did not drive this time, I loved watching each of the girls take their turn. Their excitement was contagious.
The boat moved smoothly but with power. When it picked up speed, it sent wide waves behind us. The water folded and fanned out in beautiful shapes. The engine rumbled softly and created ripples that reached the shoreline and sent a few ducks paddling in different directions. I watched them scatter and then regroup, unbothered, as if nothing had happened.
The lake itself held quiet challenges. Submerged branches and hidden trees made it feel like a secret world beneath the surface. Steering around them was a bit of a puzzle, but the kind that keeps you present. I saw a deer drinking at the edge of the lake, its reflection clear in the still water. Farther out, I noticed small boats floating along. One had a clothesline stretched across it with laundry hanging in the sun. Shirts and blankets swayed gently in the breeze. It made me wonder if people live out there, choosing peace over noise.
Being in nature like that puts everything into perspective. You begin to feel how big the world is, and how much of it is still waiting for you to experience. There are people I have never met, places I have never seen, and ways of life I have never imagined. The lake reminded me of that.
The lesson I carry with me tonight is simple. Even when the water appears calm and clear, there are always things beneath the surface. Things you cannot see but may bump into. Obstacles and surprises. This is true in life too. You will not always be able to avoid what comes your way, but you can learn how to move through it. With grace. With softness. With strength.
Maybe that is what life is meant to be. A collection of feelings. Surprise. Fear. Peace. Joy. Heartbreak. Healing. All of it. The more you allow yourself to feel, the more you will grow. And the more stories you will carry with you. And maybe, just maybe, the more open your heart becomes.
So I’m choosing to allow myself to feel deeply and fully. To let the wind rush through my hair and the water sprinkle my skin. May the beauty of this day and every day moving forward remind me to stay present.
Dear Diary, 