What will your life be like in three years?

In three years, I imagine my life looking just a little more put-together—like the same house, but with fewer mystery crumbs and maybe a plant that survives. By then my kids will be a few years older, which I’m sure means I’ll be trading toddler chaos for “Why?” debates and snack negotiations at a more advanced level. Progress, right?

My blog will hopefully be my side hustle by then. I’ll have finally cracked the code on what makes things “popular” (probably something to do with SEO, consistency, and maybe bribing the algorithm with coffee—I’m still researching). I picture myself writing a few times a week, actually finishing things, and not second-guessing every sentence.

I’ll still be busy, because that’s just who I am, but I imagine a little more breathing room. A little more “me” time. A little more confidence in what I’m building. And hopefully a lot more laughter—because if parenting has taught me anything, it’s that humor is how we get through the day.

So yeah—three years from now: same me, just a bit more seasoned, slightly better rested, and still trying to keep the houseplants alive