There’s a version of womanhood we’ve all been sold.
She wakes up early to meditate, works out in matching activewear, drinks warm lemon water before coffee, answers emails apologetically if it’s a little late, raises a child without losing her mind, leads meetings, build brands, exfoliates, journals, remembers everyone’s birthday, and somehow has enough left in the tank to be sexy, present, and soft.
She is “balanced.”
She also doesn’t exist.
Or if she does, she’s probably exhausted and losing her mind.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about this fantasy of balance. How we’re all trying to do it all—build, mother, create, heal, grow, be stylish, be informed, be generous, be hydrated—and not look tired while doing it.
As a creative entrepreneur and mom, I’ve felt it. That internal pressure to keep everything in perfect harmony, like I’m conducting some invisible orchestra of life, work, art, ambition, and softness.
But the truth is—most days, something drops. But that’s not failure.
You can’t be in ten places at once, and you shouldn’t have to try.
You can be driven and still forget to text back.
You can be loving and still need space.
You can be creative and still have dry spells.
You can be powerful and still be messy.
I’m choosing intention. Some days, I mother hard. Some days, I write something I’m proud of. Some days, I just don’t have it.
It’s all part of the work, the rest, and the becoming. I’m in progress. We all are.
What part of your life feels “unbalanced” in the best way?