Still Moving

Some months feel like they show up with a checklist.
Others show up with a sledgehammer and say, “Good luck.”

Wrenches have been thrown.
Plans have shifted.
Timelines got pushed, and emotions ran higher than expected.

But things kept moving.
Because they had to.
Because I’ve built a life where giving up isn’t an option, even when it feels tempting.

I’m still a mom. Still running a business.
Still healing. Still showing up.
And even when it’s messy, it’s mine.

You can stumble and still move forward.
You can break down and still rebuild.
You can rest and still rise.

July isn’t about perfection.
It’s about motion.
Even if it’s slow. Even if it’s sideways.

Because this is what doing it anyway looks like.
And I’m proud of that.