F*ck Going Back To Normal

I am never looking back.

I don’t want to go back to normal.

To my old self. To the person I used to be. I am doing the most amazing thing, raising tiny little humans that are growing up and becoming someone. I changed and I am okay with that. I love my new self. This new me is way more interesting than the old one.

I don’t want to go back to normal.

I don’t want to fit into my old clothes. That wardrobe doesn’t belong to me anymore. I don’t need the pressure to bounce back. This body is perfect as it is: it created life, it nourished my children. Although I still carry a little pooch, this body is way healthier than my pre-pregnancy one.

I don’t want to go back to normal.

I don’t want to go back to my old, boring job. The moodboards and spreadsheets don’t make sense anymore. I don’t need endless meetings leading nowhere. The corporate world broke my soul. My kids healed me. To honor that, I want to create something new, something exciting, something I will feel proud of!

I don’t want to go back to normal.

Getting wasted and being hungover the next day doesn’t fit my schedule anymore. I want to take my kids to see the world, I want to enjoy daylight, I want to explore nature with them. I want to get excited about sand and water like they do.

I don’t want to go back to normal.

I don’t even know what is normal anymore. I talk about my kids’ poop in casual conversation. I feel like a Disney princess because I spend my days singing - but my songs are about eating, having a shower, pooping and cleaning.

So… f*ck the pressure of going back to normal!

This is a new season, a new Era. I welcome it with an open heart.