Life Looks Different Now

I used to think I was invincible. That if I just pushed hard enough, hustled long enough, and kept showing up, everything would work out.

But lately? Life has handed me a plot twist I didn’t see coming—and suddenly, the things I used to stress over feel laughably small. Or maybe just…misplaced.

I almost died. Like, actually almost didn’t make it—and that’s not something I say for dramatic flair. It’s something I say because it’s still echoing in the back of my mind every single day.

I have a husband I love. Kids who need me. A whole life I love—but one I’ve been too busy to fully live in. And for what?

A job I care about, surrounded by people I genuinely like, doing work that often fulfills me—but still pulls me away from the people and moments I’ll never get back.

I need the salary. I need the insurance (believe me, my heart literally depends on it). But it’s clearer than ever that what I really need… is time. Presence. Purpose. A life that doesn’t just function, but feels meaningful.

Why are we trading our most precious moments—our mornings, our energy, our presence—for places and people who don’t know our favorite snacks or how we take our coffee?

I don’t have all the answers. I still show up to work. I still feel overwhelmed. But I also feel changed.

I want more quiet moments and real laughter. More family dinners and fewer unread emails. More life—not just survival.

So no, I’m not here to be an inspiration. I’m just trying to live like I mean it. And maybe remind someone else they can, too.

If you’ve been feeling it too—tired, overwhelmed, or just craving something real—I see you. And I’m so glad you’re here.

Thanks for reading.

Thanks for being part of this space.

And if this resonated, I’d love for you to leave a comment, share it, or just send it to a friend who might need it, too.

~Jonesy

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