I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it means to be self-aware—really self-aware. Noticing my patterns, responding instead of reacting, trying to see the whole picture and not just my side. I work hard at it— and have failed many a time, learning lessons the hard way more often than not.

But, lately, I think maybe I’m doing an okay job at it. Like maybe even good. And here’s the thing no one tells you about being self-aware: it doesn’t protect you from feeling unsettled.

It’s the strangest place to be—to feel like you’re showing up with empathy, keeping your family grounded, pouring yourself into your business… and still feel the quiet hum beneath it all. Like maybe something is out of place, even though everything looks aligned. The wonder if I’m in company of others— who feel strong yet unsure. Capable and craving something unnamed.

Alas... we reflect. We pray. We listen. We do our best.

It’s okay to feel unsettled and still try to do the right things.
It’s okay to feel deeply intuitive and still crave being seen.
It’s okay to put your family or your business first but still feel the tinge of guilt for doing either.
And it’s okay to ask for affirmation—not because you rely on praise, but because you are human. Because being witnessed matters.

I think there’s something sacred about women who hold so much and still choose softness. Who walk through the fog without letting it make them bitter. We were created by the most perfect hand. I wonder if we were made to face these inner paradoxes too… because they draw us closer— for answers, or just settlement in the mystery.

Here’s to the quiet in-between.

Xx,
MacK