10/03/2025
How do you do it all?
It’s a question I get asked often, and the truth is—I don’t. I wish I could. I wish there were more hours of daylight, more hands to juggle the never-ending tasks, more moments to pause and soak things in. But what I do have is a spirit I inherited from my dad, one that never seems able to sit still. While some people can relax with a messy sink or a kitchen that isn’t reset, I just can’t. I’m always moving, always tidying, always squeezing in “just one more thing” before calling it a night. It’s not that I’m superhuman; it’s just the way I’m wired.
How do you do it all?
The truth is, I remind myself that women have been doing this for centuries—far more, in fact, than I do with just one child. I think about the mothers who carried babies on their hips while working fields, running households, or creating something from nothing. Their strength inspires me, and it humbles me. The tasks people often wonder about—cooking, gardening, canning, mechanics, homemaking—are not burdens but loves of mine. And when you love something, when it fills your cup, it doesn’t feel so much like work.
How do you do it all?
The answer is—I don’t do it alone. Jacob and I are both always busy, always working toward something, and I lean on him just as he leans on me. We are a team. And even though life feels full and sometimes overwhelming, I wouldn’t trade it for stillness. The business, the projects, the daily rhythm—it’s what makes life rich. So no, I don’t do it all. But what I do gets done with love, grit, and gratitude for the life we’re building.