Welcome to Mom in Beta Mode!

Hi, I’m Crystal —a 43-year-old wife, mom of three (yes, my kids are 21, 15, and 2—talk about a wild age spread!), and a product manager navigating the fast-paced, ever-changing world of big tech. On paper, I’ve got it all together. But in reality? I’m a work-in-progress, constantly iterating on my life, prioritizing the backlog, and hoping the next release will finally bring balance (or at least fewer bugs).

Life feels like it’s on autopilot most days—juggling meetings that could (and should!) have been emails, diaper changes, teenage drama, and the occasional existential crisis that comes along with having a 21 year old in nursing school. I’m burnt out, a little lost, and wondering how I got here. But here’s the thing: I’m not giving up. Instead, I’m embracing the mess, the chaos, and the beautiful imperfections of this season.


This blog is my journey to hit pause and start living with intention. It’s about finding myself again—somewhere between sprint planning and bedtime stories, between raising kids and rediscovering who I am outside of “wife", "mom” and “product manager.” It’s about the messy, hilarious, and sometimes heartbreaking process of figuring it all out.


So, if you’re a fellow mom feeling overwhelmed, a professional trying to keep it together, or just someone who’s ever wondered, “Is this it?”—you’re in the right place. Let’s navigate this wild, beautiful, and unpredictable journey together. Because life doesn’t come with a roadmap, but maybe we can figure it out as we go.


Welcome to Mom in Beta Mode—where imperfection is the new perfect, and every day is a chance to hit refresh.

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