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Daily Mom Hug | Find Your Own Luck
Stop waiting for the right moment
Good morning, fam. I’ve missed you!
As we continue our march through the month, I wanted to remind you that luck isn’t waiting for you around a corner. Instead, I tell you to make your own luck.
But Mom, what does that mean?
It means that you need to invest in you. Follow your passion. Surround yourself with the people and activities make you happy. Let go of the guilt over taking time for yourself, because you deserve this.
Let me repeat that:
You deserve time that’s just for you, so you can do (or not do) anything you want.
Without guilt. Without feeling like you are letting others down. Without keeping an eye on the clock until you have to be a responsible adult again.
What’s that saying?
I know, I know, you’ve heard this. It’s just another platitude, right?
You’re not wrong, but if we take a minute to figure out the actual application of the words, you might be able to see the logic in there.
Everyone needs a break. I know it’s not easy to achieve, especially if you are:
a parent and/or have a special needs child,
working multiple jobs to keep a roof over your head,
a caregiver to a child or elderly parent or partner,
neurodivergent or chronically ill,
working through trauma, or
feeling like you should be doing more for those around you.
Or honestly, anything else that seems to suck the hours out of your day.
I’ve been there. It’s hard. No lie.
Especially when you don’t feel like you have the support you need to take care of things while you’re off doing your thing. After all, time is money, right? And if you’re not working (in whatever capacity), then you’re not earning the right to relax, right?
You earned the right by existing. And by giving yourself the grace to find a way that helps you unwind, you will be better. For yourself. For those in your care. For those around you.
If you have to start small, then start small.
Take a book into the bathroom with you.
Listen to an audiobook while in the shower.
Draw while your kid watches Bluey (though, to be fair, that show is a peaceful place for me, and I don’t even have kids that age anymore!).
Have a mini dance party in your livingroom for a song. (Parents, introduce your kids to the music you grew up with!)
Eat the cupcake.
Take a walk around your neighborhood.
And anything else you want to do.
It’s going to be hard to retrain your brain gremlins to not shit on you for doing this, but don’t give up.
You’ve got this.
And I’m here with you, every step of the way.