09/01/2026
Someone asked me Sunday, “Do you ever get overwhelmed?”
Nearly every day.
I post a lot of the things I’m doing—births, running, homeschooling, Young Adults, family life—and I think sometimes that can look like I’m balancing it all really well.
I’m not. 😑
I almost quit doula work this summer.
I had a stretch of hard births and started wondering if I was failing my clients. I know I don’t control outcomes. I know birth is unpredictable. But when I was the common denominator, it was hard not to ask myself if I was actually doing this well.
I almost walked away.
But I keep coming back to why I started. Birth is vulnerable. I want women to have a voice in the room. I want them to have someone steady when things feel uncertain. I still believe I’m supposed to be doing this.
We are blessed to have so many people we love and genuinely want to show up for. Being a pastor’s wife. Being a good friend. Being present with my husband and kids. Homeschooling. Keeping a toddler alive - she found a marble and tried to eat it the other day. I didn’t think we had marbles in the house.
So yes, I get overwhelmed.
I’m not posting this because I need sympathy. I actually really love my life.
I just don’t want the highlight reel to accidentally communicate that I’m effortlessly managing it.
I’m not.
I believe this is the life God has called me to right now. So I will keep showing up, and trust that there will be enough of me for what He’s actually asked me to do.