Fall nights with a campfire and the love of my life
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Lily started school again. She had a great first day & afterwards we enjoyed a family dinner
Cyclone Anaya’s with Sarai
I thought by following this “trend,” I was doing something positive—but I was only hurting myself
And to this day, I see many people following this “trend,” and I hope by sharing my story, I can help at least one person.
Let me explain.
After graduating college, I began to follow a lot of entrepreneurs on social media…
Their posts included “hustle and grind,” “24/7/365,” “sleep is for the weak,” and more.
There was this culture forming online of entrepreneurs working harder than anyone and everyone—nonstop hustle—and there became a sense of pride around putting in the absolute most work
The more I saw posts like this, the more the “entrepreneurial trend of hustle and grind” permeated my self conscious, and while I will never say that hard work was a mistake—
the extremity of the hustle culture is certainly toxic.
I pushed myself towards burnout several times.
I destroyed my mind, body, and soul chasing money, because I felt a certain number would help validate me and my success
Disclaimer: it didn’t
I have started 6 and 7 figure businesses, but at the cost of my mental and physical health
and it took getting to this point to realize that without health, one has nothing
so I took a step back and have begun to build a balanced business, one around my life and family, one that I can take breaks from when needed, and one that I’m so passionate about that it truly doesn’t even feel like work
First Starbucks in YEARS—
Don’t let this photo fool you.
Pregnancy was anything BUT glamorous for me, and even though my daughter is my whole entire life, it is an experience that I’m not likely to repeat…
Let me explain
When I was 27, I had a vivid dream that I was holding a curly-haired baby girl, and in my heart and soul, I knew I would have a baby soon.
At that time, we hadn’t discussed it, but my husband would be thirty soon, and I convinced him that we should begin family planning…
I was never on any birth control (s/o to the my husband’s pull out game), so we began trying.
Two months later, I was pregnant
To mitigate any risk to the baby, I stopped taking my anti-depressants—including Zoloft and Xanax.
These medications are essential for my health, and being off of them (along with the hormonal roller coaster ride that is pregnancy) made me extremely anxious.
Every single day I was convinced something bad was going to happen to the baby.
I think deep down, I felt like it was too good to be true—too miraculous to be real—and I was extremely anxious.
This began to change when I could feel the baby’s kicks…
That became the best part of pregnancy for me. Her kicks were my reassurance that she was okay, and my God was she active!
Soon after that, though, I was diagnosed with Choleostasis.
My pregnancy became high risk, and my nerves were back to an ALL TIME high.
I did not relax until I was in the hospital room, induced, and about to give birth.
That’s finally when I felt I could breathe, because I knew I was in good hands…
And when they put my daughter on my chest…
Well, that was the most beautiful moment of my entire life.
Brunch with Yasmeen at Black Walnut Cafe
Noah’s 4th birthday party!
La Pasha with Brittanye