the season is full, and so am i.

It’s been a full few weeks.

The kind of full that stretches you in every direction. That leaves you both tired and deeply alive. That asks you to hold so much, feel so much, and still stay grounded in what matters most.

We’ve listed our home for sale. Started the process of finding a new one. Celebrated my youngest’s birthday, and begun planning my husband’s. My books have been filling up with the most beautiful, heart-led clients. I’ve been holding space for others, showing up for my family, weaving work and motherhood and life into a tapestry that, while not always neat, feels deeply mine.

And in the middle of it all, there are moments that take my breath away. In both directions.

The overwhelm, yes. The feeling of being pulled into a dozen different roles in a single day. The noise, the decisions, the mental load of trying to keep everything afloat. But also the beauty. The love. The richness that lives in the quiet in-betweens.

Some days, I’ve reached for what’s easy. A scroll through social media to escape for a moment. An energy drink to keep me going. A little dopamine hit to push me through the next task. Other days, I’ve done the things that feel harder, but also truer. I’ve held boundaries I would have once abandoned. I’ve said no. I’ve asked for help, even when it made my voice shake. I’ve turned inward, sat in stillness, and reconnected to the part of me that knows how to come home to herself, even when the world feels like it’s spinning too fast.

Because here’s what I’ve come to understand…

We will all walk through seasons that feel bigger than us.

Seasons where everything arrives at once. Where life doesn’t wait for you to catch your breath before handing you something new to carry. Where joy and stress co-exist. Where you’re expected to show up in every direction, without dropping the ball. And where, deep down, you’re wondering if maybe you are the ball about to drop.

It’s in those seasons that the old stories return. The ones that say we have to choose.

Career or presence.

Family or fulfilment.

Stillness or growth.

Softness or strength.

But those stories aren’t the truth. They’re echoes of a world that has forgotten the wisdom of the in-between. A world that pushes us to hustle, achieve, produce, while forgetting that we are human. That we are cyclical. That we are layered. That we are allowed to move slowly, even in fast seasons.

Because we don’t have to choose.

We can move through full seasons without losing ourselves. We can tend to what matters without abandoning our needs. We can stretch… and still stay soft.

What I’ve been reflecting on most deeply is the difference between busy and full.

Busy has always felt heavy. Rushed. Disconnected. It speaks of urgency, of being stretched too thin, of breathless doing.

But full… full feels different.

Full feels rich. Intentional. It’s the kind of life where there’s a lot happening, yes, but it’s happening in alignment. Not always perfectly. But with care. With heart. With awareness.

So I’ve stopped calling this a busy season.

I’m choosing to see it as full.

Full of movement. Full of growth. Full of love. Full of learning. Full of tenderness. Full of truth. Full of life.

Because while this season has pulled me in many directions, it has also brought me back to myself. Again and again.

In the pausing.

In the resetting.

In the boundaries I’ve honoured.

In the love I’ve allowed myself to receive.

In the reminders that I am not here to get it all “right”, I’m here to live. Fully. Honestly. Softly. Powerfully.

There’s something sacred about realising that you don’t need to wait for everything to be calm before you take care of yourself. You don’t need the perfect morning routine, or an empty calendar, or a tidy to-do list before you drop into your body and ask, “what do I need today?”

And sometimes, what you need is the easy thing. Sometimes, it’s a moment of stillness. Sometimes, it’s a cry in the car. Sometimes, it’s sitting on the floor of your office, breathing with your hand on your heart. Sometimes, it’s a reminder that you don’t need to hold it all alone.

The more I do this work, both within myself and beside my clients, the more I see the threads that connect us. The way so many of us hold the weight of invisible expectations. The way we long to be everything for everyone, while quietly wondering who’s holding us.

I see it in women building soul-led businesses, like I’ve done with both Mindful Soul Collective and Adore By S. I see it in mothers trying to create gentle, conscious homes while also running households and holding space for their partners. I see it in the late-night messages, the overwhelmed voices, the tired eyes. I see it because I’ve lived it, too.

And what I want to say is this…

You’re allowed to be full, without being overwhelmed.

You’re allowed to honour your capacity.

To say, “I can hold this”, but also to say, “I don’t want to hold it all alone.”

You’re allowed to ask for help.

To rest.

To not be okay for a moment.

To be deeply okay the next.

To flow in and out of energy, creativity, sadness, joy, peace, mess, hope.

None of it disqualifies you from your purpose. None of it makes you less wise, less capable, less worthy.

You are not falling behind. You are living.

And maybe that’s what honouring ourselves really is.

Not getting it all right.

Not being perfect or polished.

Not finally having it all together.

But staying connected to ourselves as we move through it all.

Learning to listen. To soften. To anchor. To let ourselves be real, even in the fullness.

Sometimes that looks like letting the laundry pile up while you sit with your child and read their favourite book. Sometimes it looks like putting on your favourite lipstick, even though you feel like hiding. Sometimes it’s stepping away from social media for a day, or a week, because your nervous system needs quiet.

And sometimes, it’s choosing to celebrate what is working. What is blooming. What you are holding beautifully.

Because you are.

Even if it feels messy. Even if it’s hard. Even if you don’t feel like you’re doing enough.

You are doing more than enough.

This season is full. And so am I.

Not in a way that’s overwhelming. But in a way that reminds me I’m living. I’m expanding. I’m showing up for what matters to me. I’m growing into a version of myself who doesn’t shrink when life gets big but who stretches with grace.

And even when the days are chaotic… even when I feel like I’ve dropped the ball… I know I’m still here, rooted in what matters. Returning, again and again, to the practices and intentions that bring me home to myself.

That is what healing has given me.

Not a life without chaos. But the ability to stay connected to myself in the middle of it.

And if that’s something you’re craving too, a deeper connection to your own rhythm, a way to move through life without abandoning yourself, I want you to know that it’s possible.

Through holistic counselling, through coaching, through daily practice, you can learn to hold both. The fullness and the softness. The stretch and the stillness. The business and the breath.

You don’t need to choose.

You just need to begin coming home to yourself, one moment, one choice, one breath at a time.

With love & support,

Shorina | Mindful Soul Collective

Holistic Counsellor, Wellbeing Coach & Business Mentor

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