A few days ago, one of my daily prompts was:Ā āWhat year would you relive?ā
And believe it or not, I didnāt say 2022.
I saidĀ 2015.
2015 was the beginning of my senior year of high school, and then I turned 18. I had energy. I had basically no responsibilities. My biggest problems felt so ridiculously small compared to the things I worry about now.
I was taking yoga classes and photography classes. I was taking a few community college classes, but nothing too serious. I was figuring myself out and just⦠existing.
I was 18.
Of course I would relive that year.
2022 was actually a very close second.
And I think thatās what got me thinking about it.
Because 2022 wasnāt that long ago, but when I started looking through my old Instagram and camera roll, it felt like I was looking at a completely different version of myself.
I didnāt originally sit down thinking,Ā Let me compare 2022 SomePunnyBunny to 2026 SomePunnyBunny.
It started because I was trying to remember why I picked 2022 as my second choice.
Then I found an old SomePunnyBunny Reel from November 2022.
Which led me to more old Reels.
Which led me to TikTok.
Which led me to Instagram.
Which led me to my camera roll.
And suddenly I was looking at 2022 me.
And what surprised me wasnāt necessarily how different I looked.
It was howĀ happyĀ I looked.
And the funny thing is, when I look at myself now, I think I look happy too.
Just differently.
I Was Doing A Lot to Make Myself Happy
In 2022, I was doing a lot to make myself happy.
I had restarted my weight-loss journey. I was posting recipes constantly. I was keeping up with a mostly consistent book club on the blog. I had started getting more into Reels and TikTok, and I was actually posting on both.
I was creating.
I was experimenting.
I was trying things.
I was figuring out what I wanted SomePunnyBunny to be.
And I was also taking care of myself in ways that, looking back, I realize Iāve slowly let slip through the cracks.
My skincare routine.
Doing my hair.
Doing my makeup.
Putting together an outfit just because I wanted to feel cute.
Taking pictures of myself.
There was something about 2022 me that was very intentional about making herself feel good.
And honestly, I think I was mentally in a pretty good place, too.
Not perfect. Definitely not perfect.
But happy.
Then I look at 2026 me.
And Iām happy too.
Just in a completely different way.
2026 Is a Different Kind of Happy
This year has been chaotic.
Iāve been stressed. Iāve cried. Iāve had emotions that seem to change by the hour. Iāve spent basically the entire year pregnant, so Iām willing to blame at least some of that emotional whiplash on the hormones.
But underneath all of that, Iāve actually been pretty okay.
And at the end of this year, Iām going to welcome my child into the world.
I would never trade that.
There isnāt a part of me looking back at 2022 thinking,Ā I wish I could have that life instead.
I donāt.
I want this year.
I want my baby.
I want the life Iām building now.
But looking through those old pictures did make me realize something:
I miss some of the ways I used to love myself.
Somewhere along the way, the little things I used to do for myself started falling through the cracks.
The skincare routine became something I did when I remembered.
Doing my hair became something I did when I absolutely had to.
Makeup became an occasional event.
My weight-loss journey stopped being a priority.
Taking pictures just because I felt cute became less common.
And I donāt think any of those things are inherently important.
I donāt think a woman needs to wear makeup, lose weight, have perfect hair, or follow a ten-step skincare routine to be happy or beautiful.
Thatās not what Iām saying.
What I miss isĀ the intention behind it.
2022 me was making an effort to make herself happy.
And I want that part of her back.
I Donāt Want to Go Back. I Just Want to Bring Some of Her With Me.
Obviously, itās going to look different now.
Iām about to have a baby.
I know there are going to be days when showering is an accomplishment. There will probably be days when the skincare routine is absolutely not happening. There will be days when my hair is in a messy bun for the third day in a row and I havenāt put on makeup in weeks.
And thatās okay.
Iām not going into motherhood expecting myself to immediately bounce back and become some perfectly put-together version of myself.
That sounds exhausting just thinking about it.
But I also donāt want to completely disappear into motherhood.
I want to remember thatĀ Iām still a person, too.
I still deserve to do things that make me feel good.
I still deserve to take care of myself.
I still deserve to feel pretty.
I still deserve hobbies.
I still deserve to create.
I still deserve to have goals that have nothing to do with being someoneās mom.
And yes, Iām probably going to have to figure out how to do all of that around a baby.
That will be a whole new adventure.
Because if 2022 taught me anything, itās that taking care of yourself isnāt always about the big things.
Sometimes itās washing your face before bed.
Sometimes itās doing your hair because you feel like it.
Sometimes itās putting on lipstick just to go to Target.
Sometimes itās making a recipe youāve been wanting to try.
Sometimes itās sitting down with a book.
Sometimes itās taking a ridiculous amount of pictures because you feel cute that day.
Sometimes itās making a TikTok for absolutely no reason.
Sometimes itās just doing something becauseĀ you want to, not because somebody else needs you to.
Iām Still Becoming Her
I think thatās what this little trip down memory lane was really about.
It wasnāt me wishing I could go back to 2022.
It was me remembering a version of myself who knew how to make herself happy.
And I want to learn how to do that again.
Not exactly the same way.
Not with the same goals.
Not with the same body, schedule, responsibilities, or life.
But with the sameĀ self-love.
Because I was happy in 2022.
Iām happy in 2026.
And I donāt think one version of me has to win.
I can miss the girl who spent more time doing her hair and makeup while still being incredibly grateful for the woman who is about to become a mother.
I can want to bring back my skincare routine without wanting my old life back.
I can want to feel confident in my body without making my body something I have to constantly fix.
I can have a baby and still have hobbies.
I can be a mom and still be SomePunnyBunny.
I can take care of everyone elseĀ and remember to take care of myself, too.
And hopefully, when I look back at 2026 years from now, I wonāt just remember that this was the year I became a mother.
Iāll remember that this was also the year I started learning how to take care ofĀ myselfĀ again.
Maybe not perfectly.
Maybe not consistently.
Maybe sometimes the skincare routine will consist of washing my face at 2 a.m. while holding a baby.
But Iāll try.
Because I donāt want to become the version of myself who only takes care of herself when she has time.
I want to become the version of myself who understands thatĀ she deserves some of that time, too.
And if 2022 me can teach 2026 me anything, maybe thatās it.
Take care of yourself.
Make yourself happy.
Take the damn picture.
Do your hair.
Put on the lipstick.
Read the book.
Make the recipe.
Post the TikTok.
And donāt wait until you have your whole life figured out to enjoy the person youāre becoming.
Because apparently, Iām still becoming her.
Just in a completely different way.
And thatās okay.
Iām happy then. Iām happy now. It just looks different.
