You know that moment when you run into an old friend you haven’t seen in forever, and instead of the usual small talk, you both just sigh? Like, “B*… where do I even begin?”
Yeah. That’s this post. That’s this moment. That’s me, showing up to The In-Betweens with one eye twitching from exhaustion, one hand cradling a cup of hot chocolate (that I may or may not finish while it’s still hot), and a heart that’s been quietly whispering, “Write. Say something. Let it out.”
So here I am.
Halfway through the year.
Somehow both crawling and flying.
Somehow laughing and crying.
Somehow functioning on equal parts fumes, faith, and fibre.
Motherhood Has Me by the Neck, Tits and the Heart
Let’s start there, shall we?
I am knee deep in the trenches of motherhood. Like, “wipe your tears with a wet wipe and keep it moving” deep. One child on my hip, one in my ears, asking questions faster than my brain can formulate answers. There are days I feel like a vending machine for snacks, hugs, and emotional support. And honestly? I don’t always have the range.
Silence is rare.
Alone time is mythical.
And my thoughts? They now come with a soundtrack of CoComelon and little feet running through the house.
But also-wow, Hey?
The love is loud. The growth is louder. And the stretching of self? It's gentle sometimes, mostly brutal, but oh so beautiful. Motherhood has softened me and sharpened me. I am both a sanctuary and a soldier. Drill Sergeant, if you will.
Where Did the Time Go?
In the blur of pumps, bottles, nappies, school drop-offs, school, and existential questions like “What’s for dinner again?”, I somehow forgot about her - this blog. This sacred little space I created to hold the messiness between who I am and who I’m becoming.
I didn’t mean to leave.
Life just… lifed.
Hard and fast. Soft and slow. All at once. Like a rollercoaster that keep stopping mid-air for a couple of seconds.
And in the in-betweens of it all, I kept hearing this internal nudge:
“Go back to the page. Tell the truth. Even if it’s messy.”
So here I am. Telling the truth, as best I can.
Let’s Call This a Mid-Year Coffee Date
If we were sitting across from each other right now, here’s what I’d tell you:
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I’m almost 30. And wow… this new age comes with a strange mix of peace, pressure, and power.
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I’m still lecturing, still creating, still dreaming. Some days feel crystal clear, others feel like swimming in mashed potatoes.
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My body is healing from the inside out. My mind is quieter, but sharper. My spirit? She's watching. Calculating. Stretching.
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I’ve launched new things, paused old things, and circled back to ideas I once shelved.
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My relationship with time, productivity, and “enough-ness” is under revision. Daily.
I’m rebuilding. I am reimagining. And somehow resting in places that used to make me feel restless.
The In-Betweens: Still Home
This isn’t a rebrand. It’s not a “big announcement.”
It’s a gentle return.
A soft “hey, stranger.”
A warm “I missed this.”
A tired, funny, still-standing “Let’s try this again.”
Because The In-Betweens was never meant to be polished.
It was always meant to be honest.
So if you’re here, reading, nodding, relating - thank you so much.
You’re my kind of person.
An Invitation
Let’s hold space for each other.
Let’s tell the truth, even if our voices shake or our posts come weeks or months late.
Let’s honour our evolution, even when it’s happening behind closed doors.
And if you’re in your own in-between right now - be it transitioning, tired, trying to find your rhythm again, consider this your gentle nudge: you’re allowed to start over. You’re allowed to be seen in progress. You’re allowed to be here, even if you’re not “back” the way people expect you to be.
We’re still here.
We’re still becoming.
And there’s something beautiful about that.
With love and laundry still waiting to be folded,
Nolo ☺
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