The messy middle

I remember being in the thick of toddler life one day and finding a bowl of porridge I’d reheated that morning… still sitting in the microwave at dinner time.

I’d completely forgotten it.

And I just stood there laughing because it felt ridiculous—but also very accurate.

That season of life was full in every sense.

Full of noise, responsibility and mental tabs that never really closed.

And somewhere in the middle of that I slowly started to disappear into it.

Not all at once. Just quietly.

I see this with a lot of women.

You’re still showing up. Still doing everything.

But you don’t really feel like yourself anymore.

So we usually try to fix it by doing more.

Getting organised. Sorting routines. Trying harder.

But most of the time… it’s not a doing problem.

It’s a space problem.

There’s been no room to hear yourself for a while.

And when that happens, life doesn’t just feel busy.

It feels disconnected.

But here’s the shift:

It’s not a sign you’re failing.

It’s a sign you’ve had too much going on for too long without enough space for you inside it.

And the moment that space starts to come back…

you don’t just feel lighter.

You start to feel like yourself again.

And that changes what you believe is possible next.

Cass x