I’m a half-time mom with a full-time mind — juggling work, dreams, and the chaos in between.

Every morning, I leave home with a kiss… and a little guilt tucked in my bag.
Mornings with my son are never easy.

One day, someone asked me,
"Don’t you feel bad leaving your child to work? Because if it were me, I could never do that."
She came from a life where every basic need was easily met —
a big house, a nice car, well-connected parents in the industry.
She once told me she pursued a master's degree just to find a good husband.
She’s never even taken public transportation — afraid of what might happen. being kidnapped

Of course she wouldn’t understand the reasons behind my choices.

And yes — I do feel guilty. Every single time.
But I still choose this path — not because I love my child any less,
but because I love him so much.

No, I’m not proud of this choice.
If I could, I’d spend my days slowly, peacefully, with him in our messy little house,
in our quiet neighborhood.

But life doesn’t work like that.
To get there, we need money — and not a little, but a lot.
So here I am, standing by my decision.

I want my son to see a mother who keeps going.
Who tries, who fails, and still shows up.
It’s not perfect. It never was.
But right now, this is the best I can do to support us.

Some days, I miss moments I wish I hadn’t.
But I believe in building a future — not just wishing for one.
This is my way of building something better for him.

This space is where I reflect — not to appear polished,
but to stay grounded.

So here I am — writing, working, mothering —
half-time in hours, full-time in love.