Finding Focus When Life Gets a Little Wild

If you’re reading this, it means I actually managed to pull it together — barely — because this week has been pure chaos.

Between my full-time job, my coaching business, and my travel team that’s literally one person away from hitting a goal I didn’t even think was possible (which is amazing but also a different kind of stress), this week has been a blur of caffeine, deadlines, and “Did I eat today?”

The Week That Tried to Break Me (But Didn't)

Monday and Tuesday? Gone.
Two full days of work — poof.

All because someone at my job forgot to tell me, “Oh, those purchase orders? Yeah… they didn’t need to be entered after all.”

Two days of work. Gone. Just like that.

By Wednesday night, it was 7:30 p.m., and instead of cooking dinner, I was logging onto yet another Zoom. My husband, Mike, was out picking up pizza (because yes, I love to travel, but I’m cheap — no delivery fees when someone can go get it).

Monday he grilled burgers.
Tuesday my daughter made walking tacos.
And then it hit me — I hadn’t cooked for my family in six days, since we’d spent the weekend camping with friends.

And I felt it. That guilt. That tug that says, “You’re dropping balls. You’re failing.”

But then I remembered something I said just last week: Pivoting isn’t quitting.

This wasn’t failure. It was life.

But here’s what hit me — I’m not just busy. I’m building.

I’m building a coaching business that helps women rise.
I’m building a team that’s creating impact and income.
I’m building a life where we can die with memories, not dreams.

The Chaos and the Little Wins

Somewhere between the chaos, the Zoom calls, and the pizza box, I realized this was another kind of rebellion — one that doesn’t look fancy or Insta-perfect.

It’s the rebellion of showing up anyway.
The rebellion of choosing peace over perfection.
The rebellion of saying, “I can’t do it all — but I can do what matters.”

And what mattered that night wasn’t the meal I didn’t make — it was the husband who showed up, the daughter who helped, the reminder that I don’t have to hold it all alone.

Faith in the Middle of the Mess

Here’s the truth, friend:
Sometimes the most faithful thing we can do isn’t push harder — it’s pause longer.

God doesn’t need us to have it all together. He just wants us to trust that He’s holding the pieces while we catch our breath.

Because life doesn’t slow down just because we need a minute.
But we can still choose to slow our spirit.

The Takeaway: Focus Isn't Found in the Quiet - It's Chosen in the Chaos

Focus isn’t some perfect morning routine or an empty inbox (if you’ve seen mine, you know that ship has sailed).

Focus is choosing to come back to center, even when everything around you feels like a tornado.
It’s remembering that your worth isn’t defined by your productivity — it’s proven in your perseverance.

So if your week has been chaotic, your dinners have come in boxes, and you’ve got a to-do list longer than your patience… breathe.

You’re not behind. You’re human.
And you’re doing better than you think.

With love (and cold pizza),
💋 Cheryl Miller
Your Jesus-loving, coffee-drinking, hot-mess-turned-nutrition-and-wellness coach helping women 45+ stop shrinking and start showing up unapologetically.