Running Out of Time?
On fear, change, and learning to savour the season you’re in.
“Am I running out of time?”
I couldn’t help but feel that I was.
I couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that there were things I had wanted to accomplish (thought I would accomplish) before becoming a mom. Things like:
Going full-time in my coaching business
Traveling to Europe and beyond
Growing my online presence
Some home renovations
Exploration, adventure, and getaways
Some of those happened—maybe just not in the way I imagined. Some didn’t happen at all.
And I’ve been doing a lot of work to be okay with that.
At the end of March, I hit a wall.
Life was full—overflowing, actually—with work deadlines, a family visit, everyday logistics, and creative projects. I was burnt out. And to be honest, a little panicked.
April marked my final month of pregnancy, and I found myself spiraling with this feeling that I was running out of time, that I hadn’t done enough before this next life chapter starts.
With that fear creeping in—of not having done enough—I made a decision:
To slow down.
To pause.
To savour.
Because if everything I’ve heard is true, life is about to speed up.
I’ve heard from so many: “The days are long, but the years are short.”
I believe it.
And I want to be present for all of it.
It’s not about filling every moment with activity. It’s about being awake to the life I’m already living.
Leaning in, slowing down, and savouring the moments—both big and small.
Like the way Arlo’s ears bounce when he walks, or the way my dad’s eyes crinkle when he laughs. The spring light that filters through the blooming lilac tree outside my front window. A slow Sunday breakfast. The first chilly breeze that signals autumn’s on its way. The first blooms of spring.
The chaos that comes with change—and the joy inside it.
Life can be so incredibly short, it’s almost unfair at times.
I want to be more conscious of living it fully.
So at the end of March, I decided to focus my April on savouring the moments leading up to my impending life change.
Moments like spontaneous date nights, walks with Arlo where it’s just the two of us, sleeping in on Saturdays, catching up with friends.
It’s been a really deep and meaningful exercise—one that’s truly called to me. I’ve found myself repeating the word savour over and over, as a way to calm my nervous system and remind myself to rest, slow down, and live in the moment.
It also sparked this new chapter—a creative chapter here on Substack (as you may have noticed).
Because there’s magic in slowing down enough to notice the way the sun hits the leaves, the way rain smells on summer soil, the way growth feels painful and profound.
So, what are you savouring right now?