Dreaming in Small Moments💫
Before I became a mom, time felt different. I could sit with my thoughts, dream big, write freely… Now, my day is split into tiny, unpredictable pieces like feeds, naps, laundry, lullabies. But something beautiful is happening in between all that chaos: I’m learning to dream in small moments. A few quiet minutes while my baby sleeps on my chest. A breath of fresh air near the window, just watching the clouds move. The ten seconds I spend writing down an idea before it slips away. Those moments don’t look big or grand, but they matter. 🕰️ These little moments are: * Whispers of who I am beyond the routine * Tiny reminders that I still have goals, creativity, and wonder inside me * Proof that dreams don’t need hours, they just need presence. There was a time I thought I had to wait for the perfect moment : When the baby’s older, when I have more time, when I’m less tired. But now I know this: "If I wait for perfect, I’ll miss the beautiful imperfect." Even a minute can be enou...