Giving Myself Grace in My Epic Season

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If I’m being honest, preparing for the most epic season of my life feels a little like balancing on a tightrope while juggling flaming torches… in heels. Instagram will have you believing epic seasons come with champagne toasts, curated flat lays, and flawless timelines. But let me be the first to tell you — behind the scenes it looks more like Post-It notes on my nightstand, half-written emails at midnight, my kids asking “Mama, what’s for dinner?” and me praying DoorDash shows up before the meltdowns do.

I do it all. And when I say all, I mean all. I’m a mother, an entrepreneur, a nonprofit founder, a podcaster, a travel consultant, a designer of handbags that carry more story than fabric, and somehow still the snack coordinator in my own kitchen. I don’t clock out. And in this hustle, I’ve had to learn the biggest lesson of them all: grace.

Grace in the Grind

Grace looks like me saying, “Sis, you don’t have to get it perfect to get it done.” Grace is letting myself breathe even when the to-do list looks like a CVS receipt. Grace is laughing at the fact that sometimes I hype myself up with playlists and candles just to answer emails. Grace is reminding myself that even in the middle of all this, I’m showing up.

There’s this lie we’ve all bought into: that we need to do more, be more, prove more. But the truth is, epic seasons don’t come because we grind ourselves into the ground. Epic seasons come when we’re aligned, intentional, and willing to make space for what’s about to unfold. And alignment doesn’t happen without grace.

The Messy Side of Epic

Here’s the thing about stepping into an epic season: it doesn’t always feel epic. Sometimes it feels messy. Sometimes it feels like I’m moving too slow, or that I’ve dropped the ball. Sometimes it feels like me crying in the shower, then coming out glowing like I just had a $200 spa day. Sometimes it feels like me filling my Amazon cart with $500 worth of things I’ll never buy because imaginary shopping therapy is still cheaper than therapy therapy.

And sometimes, grace is telling myself it’s okay that the laundry isn’t folded. It’s okay that I didn’t respond to that email. It’s okay that dinner is cereal tonight. Grace is reminding myself that life is still happening in the in-between, and I don’t need to hustle my way out of my humanity.

Rest is Rich

That’s the heartbeat of it all: rest is rich. Rest doesn’t mean lazy. Rest doesn’t mean giving up. Rest means I value myself enough to recharge so I can actually show up for the epic things God has for me. Rest is part of the strategy. It’s part of the preparation. It’s the quiet pause before the stage lights come on.

I used to think giving myself grace was weakness. That if I didn’t push harder, I’d fall behind. But now I know that grace is power. Grace is saying, “I’m still worthy even if I’m not productive today.” Grace is the permission slip I write for myself when I’ve been waiting for the world to hand me one.

Walking into My Season

So as I step into this season — this epic, messy, beautiful, once-in-a-lifetime season — I’m carrying grace like it’s my favorite handbag. I’m reminding myself that perfection is overrated, presence is everything, and peace is priceless.

And if you’re reading this, maybe you need that same reminder. That your epic season doesn’t have to look like anyone else’s. That you don’t have to earn your rest, your joy, or your softness. That you can give yourself grace and still get it all done.

Because at the end of the day, when I look back, I don’t want to just see a season where I worked myself ragged. I want to see a season where I laughed, loved, rested, and showed up for myself in the middle of it all.

And trust me, when the fullness of this season unfolds, you’ll know one thing for sure: Rest Mama was right — rest is rich.

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