What My 'Good Mom Era' Looks Like Now
On leaving hustle culture, choosing faith over fear, and finding grace in quieter rhythms
This May, I wrote a post called “Entering My Good Mom Era.” It was raw, honest, and written from a place of exhaustion, from the last few years, trying so hard to hold it all together, feeling like I was falling short everywhere that mattered most.
At the time, I thought the answer was to hustle harder. To push through the burnout, to self-correct through discipline, to force myself into a version of motherhood that looked “good” on the outside.
But here’s what I’ve learned since:
I can’t do it all.
And I’m not supposed to.
Last year I called it my “bad mom era.” I thought hustling harder would fix it. Instead, I learned to let go, slow down, and choose peace over performance.
What changed? I left the stressful job. I walked away from the “dream” title, the career ladder, the paycheck that promised security but cost me my peace.
And God, in His kindness, led me somewhere better.
Immediately after that, through a series of God-ordained circumstances, I found work with a mission-aligned organization where my very first words in the interview were:
“So… I homeschool my kids. And that’s really important to me.”
An hour later, I had a job offer.
An answer to prayer. A door opened not by my striving, but by God’s favor.
I still get to use my talents. I still get to work; and not just anywhere, but in service of an organization centered on Him. I still get to be home with my kids. I can’t count my blessings enough. It’s unmerited favor, and I’m grateful. So grateful, in fact, that I tear through walls for my team out of that gratitude.
Yes, it came with a financial hit, as life in non-profits often does.
But life looks drastically better. I’m not looking at my budget with wistfulness or regret. I’m looking at it with gratitude, that I got out before I lost myself completely.
I am, I suppose, a classic case study in money vs. mental health.
And I chose mental health. I chose faith. I chose home.
So here’s what my “good mom era” looks like now:
More quiet mornings with my Bible than with my inbox.
More walking beside my kids than running ahead of them.
More trust that God provides than trust in my own efforts.
More peace when I set my phone on DND at 6pm without the fear of missing an urgent Slack message from an anxiety-inducing manager.
Less hustle. More presence.
Less shame. More grace.
The repentance I wrote about back then? It wasn’t a one-time fix. It’s become a rhythm. A gentle course correction, again and again, towards what matters most.
If you’re in that same place — torn between what looks good on paper and what feels right in your soul — let me be one more quiet voice saying:
Choose life. Choose peace. Choose faith.
You won’t regret it.