Currently finding it impossible to slumber before 4am. The weird quiet hours where I indulge in silence, tv gazing, novel devouring all while wedged between the boy and the baby is just too tempting. Peaceful moments become a hot commodity when your days are consumed by everything else and this is my way of still ensuring there’s me time despite my new responsibilities. I have quickly become defined by my roles; mother, wife, daughter, blogger, designer, which can create little room to remember who I was before it all happened. Back when just a cappuccino and a fashion magazine was all I craved. What is it like to just be alone and me? Back when I was on here every single day pouring my mind out one slow hour at a time. The new goal is to make time. Through midnight reading, afternoon workouts, and those girly gossip sessions over cocktails. I ensure I will be better at my other roles if I remember spontaneous, and messy me.