Starting Over, Again | Millennial Mom Life Unfiltered | Faith & Family

I don’t know how to start.
I know I want to.
I desperately need to.

It’s not like I haven’t tried before. I’ve tried more times than I can count thinking of names, designing logos, and making sure every social handle matched. Sometimes, I even launched asking friends to follow, only to post once and immediately cave to self-doubt and embarrassment.

Life feels too fast. Each day is a blur of thoughts and fears creeping in.
Am I enough for my family, for my husband, my children, my employer, my friends?
Am I on time? For breakfast, for homework assignments, for sports, for this exact moment, close enough to the potty for Bubs to potty train?

Am I where I need to be, doing what I should be, prioritizing what matters, showing enough love and kindness and patience? And what about physical and spiritual nourishment? My own hair? My own bed? My own rest?

One of my favorite passages is 1 Thessalonians 4:9–12:

“Now concerning brotherly love you have no need for anyone to write to you, for you yourselves have been taught by God to love one another… But we urge you, brothers, to do this more and more, and to aspire to live quietly, and to mind your own affairs, and to work with your hands… so that you may walk properly before outsiders and be dependent on no one.”

I’m ready for the train to stop the constant giving of myself to everyone and everything except the true priorities. It’s time to halt. To slam the brakes. To be quiet. To be mindful. And to do the work the Lord has called me to do.

So, that's all to say hello.

I’m Jen. I love God. I am a daughter, sister, wife, and mom of three of the craziest kids on the planet. I’m a millennial with mounds of student loans and even more interest piling up daily (not salty about that at all, right?).

I work full-time from home in the dental field while homeschooling my kids. I love crafting, pretending I know how to sew, and thinking I can do everything without reading directions. I pressure-can food, but still haven’t decided if “USDA Organic” is a marketing scheme. I try to cook everything at home, but I’m not a great cook, so our diet mostly consists of Chick-fil-A and the local Mexican restaurant.

I think milk is gross, love a good steak, and Ferrero Rochers are my weakness. I love color, joy, floral wallpaper, and textures but my walls are beige.

I have a million interests, ideas, and dreams just like many of you reading this.

So here I go again, posting for the 20th first time. But this time, prioritizing intention with my daily walk with God, my family, my life. I’m tired of being tired.

“So I’ll throw up my hands, and praise You again and again. All that I have is a hallelujah.”

Welcome to my super vulnerable, messy, imperfect, faith-filled corner of the internet.