Now, before you picture me panic-typing client emails or checking Voxer between contractions — let me stop you there.
This wasn’t about overwhelm.
Or falling behind.
Or not being able to unplug.
It was about inspiration.
Something about that moment, the quiet after the chaos, the emotional release after the pushing and pain, unlocked something in me. My brain went wild with ideas.
I was jotting down content topics, brainstorming a new client offer, sketching out workflows that had been sitting in my head for weeks.
It was like creativity flooded in as soon as I made space for it.
And I remember smiling to myself — half-delirious, definitely hormonal — thinking: “This is what it feels like to love what you do.”
Because here’s the truth nobody tells you: Loving your work doesn’t mean you can’t rest. It just means your work lights you up.
You don’t have to apologize for being passionate.
For wanting to build something meaningful.
For getting a rush of inspiration at a time when most people would have said, “Girl, just take a nap.”
What matters isn’t when you work. It’s why.
And that day, I didn’t open my laptop because I “had to.”
I opened it because I got to.
Because I’d finally built something that made me feel proud, excited, and fully alive — even while healing, even while exhausted, even while having a brand-new baby.
That was the moment I knew: I wasn’t just running a business anymore.
I was creating a life I genuinely loved being inside of.