How a Gender Reveal Cupcake Got Me Thinking About Work + Uncertainty

I’m having a boy. 💙

I stared down at the blue frosting inside the gender reveal cupcake in total shock.

My whole body went warm, like the air got sucked out of the room.

A year ago, a medium friend Elizabeth Rosenberg told me my dad, who passed in 2019, was trying to send me a son.

"He's trying to send you a boy. Wait, are you trying for a baby?!

And here we are. Meant to be.

And yet…why does it feel so scary?

I used to think the wildest rollercoaster of my life was solopreneurship, with the high of landing a client, the constant loop of can I actually pull this off?

But then life got real.

A toddler on my hip.

Another baby on the way.

Client calls squeezed into the 30 minutes between daycare drop-off and meltdown number three (today’s was over sunscreen because apparently the spray kind is unacceptable 🙃).

Here’s the truth I keep circling back to:

Freedom was once the dream I ran toward. But freedom isn’t free...it’s paid for with uncertainty.

And right now, my heart longs less for wide open space…and more for solid ground.

I don’t know if that’s just the weight of this season...a midlife career crisis 🤪…or a nudge that sometimes, what’s meant to be requires veering into a new, terrifying direction.

That’s the part no one tells you in your 30s: You can build the life you thought you wanted, and still be staring at blue frosting asking, wtf now?

I don’t have the answer yet. Maybe I won’t for a while.

But maybe the work of this season isn’t to figure it out. Maybe it’s to live the questions, and see what comes next.

❤️ If you’re in the messy middle too, I see you!

Love and coffee, Mick