New Job, Winter Blues, and Finding My Way Back

By: Jordan

Okay… hi. I know. It’s been a while.

I’ve opened this page so many times over the past few months, thinking I should write something, and then life would immediately pull me in twelve different directions. And if I’m being honest, some days I just didn’t have it in me.

I started a new full-time job, which has been such a blessing, but also a huge adjustment. Learning new routines, balancing schedules, making sure everyone has what they need, it’s a lot. Being a mom doesn’t pause just because you’re tired. The lunches still need packed, the laundry still piles up, the little voices still need you, and somehow you’re supposed to still have pieces of yourself left at the end of the day.

And winter showed up with its mounds of snow, gray skies, freezing temperatures and those heavy, quiet days that make everything feel harder than it should.

The kind of days where you’re doing all the right things, but you still feel off. The kind of days where you’re present, but not fully yourself.

I’ve been in a bit of a funk. Not gone. Not giving up. Just surviving more than thriving.

And I think that’s something we don’t talk about enough in motherhood.

There are phases where you’re on top of everything, and then there are phases where you’re doing the bare minimum just to keep the wheels turning. The kids are loved. The house is standing. Everyone is fed. You show up where you need to. But the extra things, the creative things, the things that make you feel like you—they get put on the back burner for a while.

And you know what? That’s okay.

It’s okay to have seasons where your energy is limited. It’s okay to move slower. It’s okay if your spark dims a little as long as it doesn’t go out completely.

Because the important part is that you come back.

You find your way back to yourself. To the things that make you feel alive. To the parts of you that exist outside of being “mom” and “employee” and “the one everyone depends on.”

I’m starting to feel that pull again. That desire to create. To share. To show up not just for everyone else, but for myself, too.

So this is me, showing back up. No pressure. No perfection. Just real life, mom life, and finding my way out of the winter funk one step at a time.

If you’ve been in the same place, I hope you give yourself grace. You’re not failing. You’re just human. And you’re allowed to have seasons where surviving is enough.