Play the long game, mama
It's a long game, ladies. Something I struggle with every single day. As I work with my kids' hearts, trying to shape them into decent human beings I can get discouraged because somedays it feels like I'm not making any progress. "Oh, really, you're still going to have a tantrum over that? Remember how well that worked out for you yesterday?" Day by day. Week by week, being a parent can be exhausting and discouraging. But you are making progress. You can't see it in the immediate, but nothing great ever was accomplished overnight. Stay strong, mamas, I see the work you do everyday. We may not be perfect all of the time, but for the most part, we chug along diligently. Your diligent and patient work with be blessed.
It's the same with business too, but something tells me that today your toddler is driving you up the wall and you just needed to remember that you are making a difference. Also, I won't judge you if you sneak a glass of wine a naptime.
Every journal I’ve ever had has been filled with notes like this. Not saying this is a journal but the sentiment is the same. This is the post where I assume you’ve been wondering where I’ve been. I actually laugh thinking about it right now. Not at you wondering where I’ve been, but thinking about my high school journal wondering why I had not written in a while. I like to think I’m not alone in this - in the need to explain to a book filled with paper why I’d been so neglectful. Maybe it was shame. Maybe I was afraid that I needed a real reason to explain my lack of discipline. Maybe I just wanted future me to know what was happening between my long dry spells.