Reflecting on time is a weird concept, the push and pull of emotions and the deep dive of memories.

10 years, a decade, that’s how long I’ve been a mom. A mom with an entire buffet table of chaos. I would be lying if I said I loved every second. It has shown me at my core exactly what I am capable of and what I’m willing to endure.

10 years later and I have this bright, spunky, confident and sassy little girl. A kid who challenges herself daily and forges through any injustice. 10 years later and when I look in the mirror I see exhausted and unhappiness. Time hasn’t felt kind, experiences have felt depleting and the overall Consensus in my body is of failure.

I was standing in the shower and I could hear from the other room my daughter giggling and it sparked such an intense joy in me…then I remembered soon that laugh will change and soon that laugh will be away at college. A sudden sadness for the fleeting moment fell over me. Times like these I remind myself that nothing is permanent and everything is temporary and ever evolving. I felt both joy and happiness in a singular moment.