I'm doing the best I can, Honey.

"I'm Doing the Best I Can, Honey"

I sat down to write today, and instead of words, I found silence. Just me, the blank page, and this frustrating little voice in my head asking, What’s the point? I’ve read that writing should solve a problem, inspire someone, or offer hope. And while that’s a beautiful idea, it also feels heavy. What if I’m not there yet? What if I don’t have the answers or a happy ending? What if all I have is the middle of the mess?

These thoughts have been swirling around for days, making me question everything. Is it okay to share when you don’t have it all figured out?

There’s this Instagram reel I keep coming back to—maybe you’ve seen it. A little girl is painting her mom’s nails, carefully and with all the focus in the world. Her mom says, “Oh, you got some on my skin.” And without missing a beat, the little girl looks up and, in the sweetest, most confident voice, says, “I’m doing the best I can, honey.” She drags out the word honey in the most perfect way, and it’s been playing on a loop in my head ever since.

That’s it, isn’t it? That’s the mantra I need. I’m doing the best I can, honey.

And maybe that’s enough. Maybe it’s enough to share the middle—the unfinished, messy, still-figuring-it-out parts of life. For so long, I’ve felt like my story needs to be useful, like it has to make sense to deserve a voice. But the truth is, I don’t know how my story ends yet. I’m still living it. And maybe the act of showing up, of writing and sharing even when it feels incomplete, is the whole point.

So here I am, showing up. No polished solutions, no perfect bow to wrap around my words—just the mess, the doubts, and the hope that someone else might see themselves in it and feel a little less alone.

If you’re reading this and you feel stuck, like your story isn’t worth telling because it’s not “done,” I want you to know this: It’s okay. It’s okay to share even when you’re unsure. It’s okay to speak even when you’re still piecing it all together. You don’t have to wait for a happy ending to find your voice.

For now, I’m holding on to that little girl’s wisdom. “I’m doing the best I can, honey.” And if you’re here, reading this? I think you are, too.