There Will Never Be Enough Time — And That’s Okay

I’ve been a stay-at-home mom for just shy of ten years, and I’ve finally had a bit of an epiphany: there will never be enough time. Not now, not when the kids are older, not when the farm is more “established,” and not when I finally get the perfect planner or morning routine figured out.

So I’m officially letting go of the idea that I can somehow “catch up.” Because chasing that illusion has only ever left me tired, anxious, and convinced I’m doing life wrong — when in reality, I’m just doing life.

Here’s a glimpse of what “never enough time” looks like in real life:

Wake up at 5. Dishes. Laundry. Coffee. Kids to school. Prep or bake the bread. Check business supplies. Marketing. Advertising. Social media. Garden maintenance. Dinner planning. Did I take vitamins? Drink water? Feed the animals? Housework. Yard work. More laundry. Homework. Dinner again. Grocery store. Grocery store again (because something got forgotten). Online orders. Does everyone have shoes that fit? Answer emails. Manage farm pages. Regret starting new projects halfway through. Anxiety. Guilt. Repeat.

And yet—somehow, it’s all part of this wild, beautiful rhythm. The messy middle between trying to do it all and realizing I don’t have to.

So maybe the trick isn’t finding more time. Maybe it’s learning to be present in the tiny moments that remind me why I’m doing all of this — the smell of bread baking, a laugh from my kids, the quiet before sunrise when the world feels still.

I may never “get it all done,” but maybe that’s the point.