When Life Feels Heavy: Choosing My Son, My Calling, and My Healing
Lately, I’ve been carrying a weight that feels heavier than usual. Not the kind of weight you can measure in pounds, but the kind that lives in your chest, in your thoughts, in the quiet spaces of the day. I refuse to leave my son just to make money. That choice is clear in my heart. But the “how” of it all—how to build a life that honors both motherhood and my calling—has been the question that lingers. I’ve worked hard for my licenses and certifications: Massage Therapy, Esthetics, Holistic Health Practitioner, and the additional trainings I’ve poured myself into. I know there’s power in them. They aren’t just papers or titles; they’re proof of years of work, resilience, and vision. And yet… I have many ideas. Too many, maybe. Courses, books, products, communities, wellness offerings—all swirling in my mind like puzzle pieces. The truth? I also have many unfinished projects. It sometimes makes me wonder: Am I unfocused? Am I procrastinating? Am I ADHD? Maybe it’s not about labels. Ma...