Every mom needs an escape. While raising the next generation, it’s very easy for moms to lose their sense of self. Trust me, I speak from experience. I spent a decade and a half to devoting every single second of my life to my children and running our everyday lives. I lost who I am at the core of my being. It’s not necessarily a bad thing; it’s just what happens. As the boys are getting older and finding out who they are, I have been doing some deep inner searching. What do I enjoy? What do I love to do? Guess what. I had no idea. So, I have started going back to what I used to enjoy. I love reading. That never went away actually. That has always been my escape. My guilty pleasure. I go through waves where I read a book or more a day. I don’t sleep much during those times. I get in trouble with the hubbs during those times too. So, I try and find new things. My love of reading is actually what brought me to reading about herbalism and growing plants. I have rediscovered plants. In highschool, I was on the floriculture team. I forgot how much digging in the dirt, planting seeds, and watching new life sprout can be relaxing. There is nothing like the musty scent of churned earth. I now have 18 new house plants. If you can’t already tell, I can become rather obsessive about things. Another hobby I have started is becoming a hot tea connoisseur. I love black tea with a bit of sugar and a splash of milk. I’m trying to go beyond that and try other flavors. But, my newest venture, is writing. I used to love writing. Short stories, essays, poems. I actually have an entire journal of poems I wrote in high school. My goal is to make my writing hobby an actual career. #GOALS, right? Anyway, I decided to try all of these new things because I feel adrift. Our oldest will be off to college in a little over a year, and then it’s a domino affect after that. I have stair step kids after all. Plus, teenagers are stress inducing beings, and I need a way to channel all that stress into something productive. So these are my mom escapes. What are yours?