Hi bestie, I'm Baaack (kind Of) 🫣

Last seen: 20 days ago. Status: Probably helping someone breathe while simultaneously trying to remember if I fed the kids breakfast or just coffee.

So here's the thing about disappearing from the internet for nearly three weeks – it's not that I didn't have anything to say. Trust me, I had PLENTY to say. It's just that most of it was happening at 2 AM while I was staring at the ceiling wondering if I remembered to submit that patient report, or if I actually said "love you too" when my husband left for work, or if my kids think their mom is just a blur of scrubs who occasionally appears with snacks.

The Beautiful Chaos

Being a respiratory therapist means I spend my days literally helping people breathe easier. The irony? I often forget to breathe myself. Between back-to-back shifts, school pickups that feel like NASCAR pit stops, and trying to have an actual conversation with my husband that doesn't revolve around who's picking up groceries or whose turn it is to deal with that mysterious smell coming from the laundry room – well, something had to give.

That something was apparently my online presence, my personal projects, and let's be honest, probably my sanity on more than one occasion.

The Mom Guilt is Real

Can we talk about mom guilt for a hot second? Because while I was saving lives at work (okay, that sounds more dramatic than "adjusting oxygen levels," but you get it), I was simultaneously feeling guilty about not being present enough at home. And then feeling guilty about not being present enough online for this little community I'm trying to build.

It's like being in a constant state of apologizing to different versions of yourself. Sorry, work-me, for being distracted by home stuff. Sorry, mom-me, for checking emails during dinner. Sorry, wife-me, for falling asleep mid-conversation again. Sorry, entrepreneur-me, for letting the dream sit on the back burner while everything else demanded attention.

The Juggling Act

Here's what I've learned about juggling multiple roles: sometimes you drop the ball. Sometimes you drop ALL the balls. And sometimes you realize that some of those balls were actually made of rubber and bounced back just fine, while others were glass and really needed your attention.

The glass balls? My family's health and happiness. My patients' care. My own mental health (still working on consistently catching that one).

The rubber balls? The perfect social media feed. Responding to every email within 24 hours. Having a Pinterest-worthy home at all times.

Building Something New While Building Humans

The funny thing about trying to build a brand and business while raising tiny humans is that kids have absolutely zero respect for your entrepreneurial timeline. They don't care that you're in the middle of writing the most brilliant blog post of your career – they need help with homework NOW. They're not impressed by your business plan when they're hangry and you forgot to prep dinner.

But here's what I'm learning: maybe that's actually the superpower. Maybe the ability to pivot from helping a patient with breathing treatments while also intervening with that a rapid response next door, to mediating a sibling argument about who gets the last string cheese to brainstorming business ideas while folding laundry is exactly the skill set this world needs.

A Request for Grace

So here I am, asking for grace. From you, from myself, from my family, from my future self who will probably read this and wonder why I was so hard on myself. Such a type A personality (ya feel me?).

Grace for the messy comeback. Grace for the posts that might come at weird times because that's when I found five minutes of quiet. Grace for the authentic journey of figuring it out as I go, rather than having it all perfectly planned out.

What's Next?

I'm not promising daily posts or perfect consistency. What I am promising is to show up authentically, to share the real behind-the-scenes of this beautiful chaos, and to keep building something meaningful even if it happens in the margins of my already full life.

Because maybe that's what we all need to see more of – the real story of how things actually get built. Not in perfect, uninterrupted blocks of time with ideal conditions, but in stolen moments, during lunch breaks, and sometimes at 11 PM when everyone else is finally asleep.

Thanks for sticking around during my unplanned hiatus. Thanks for the grace you're about to give me as I figure out this whole work-life-mom-wife-entrepreneur thing.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go figure out what's for dinner while simultaneously planning my next blog post and making sure everyone in this house is still breathing properly.

See you soon (and by soon, I mean when I can manage it without dropping any glass balls),

Your RT Bestie,

Viktoria ❤️

P.S. - If you're also juggling multiple roles and feeling like you're failing at all of them some days, you're not alone. We're all just making it up as we go, and that's perfectly okay.