08/23/2026
Well… this is a little bit of who I am. 🤷🏻♀️
I learned early that if I wanted something to happen, I needed to make it happen myself.
I was the person I could count on to be capable, reliable, and—most importantly—non-conflicting.
Because if it’s just me, there are no big emotions to navigate.
No complaining.
No harsh words.
No whining.
No other opinions.
Just problem solving and getting it done.
And there’s a lot of grace I have for that version of me.
She learned how to be capable for a reason.
But what protected me then can sometimes keep me from letting other people in now.
Because trusting someone else means giving up some control.
It means they might do it differently.
…They might make a mess.
…They might forget something.
…They might have an opinion you don’t agree with.
And motherhood is basically an invitation into ALL of that. 😂
Sticky fingers.
“Oopsies.”
Different ways of doing things.
Big feelings.
And a whole lot of grace.
So maybe practicing trust doesn’t always look like some big, profound moment.
Maybe it looks like letting them help even when you know you could do it faster.
And reminding yourself:
It doesn’t have to be done my way to be done well.
Sometimes building trust with others starts with being willing to tolerate a little more mess than you’re used to.
And if this is something you’re working on too—start small today.
Let someone help.
Let something be imperfect.
Let yourself not be the only one holding it all together.
You might be surprised what grows when you do.