06/18/2026
Something about looking out the airplane window from 35,000 feet has a way of making you question your own nonsense.
Because from up here, it's glaring and obvious that life has perspective. And yet I talk to women every day who are somehow convinced that suffering now will magically pay off later. Help me understand.
They're exhausted now- but that’s ok, they are chasing their kids and it’s honorable to lay down their time to be at the beck and call of their teens.
Uncomfortable now- but it’s totally selfish when you are budgeting to invest in how you feel.
Embarrassed by pictures now- but it’s ok, you’ll never get those day back
Avoiding vacations now- because you hate swimsuits so there’s that.
Living in stretchy pants now- buts it’s ok, whenever you finally buckle down you’ll finally get jeans.
And somehow the plan is to just… continue?
Continue feeling miserable for another ten years and hope 55 is better?
Hey friend, that's not a strategy. That's wishful thinking. I think one of the biggest lies women tell themselves is, "I'll deal with me later."
Spoiler alert: life is not about to gather everyone together and announce that it has officially settled down for your convenience.
In fact, if you're lucky, you're going to get older.
And that's exactly the point. If you're lucky, you'll be sixty, hit a big anniversary and see kids have kids.
If you're lucky, you'll be seventy.
If you're lucky, you'll have grandkids to chase, trips to take, and memories to make.
So why are we acting like taking care of ourselves is optional?
Why are we behaving like feeling awful is some badge of honor? Nobody hands out trophies for surviving on caffeine, inflammation, and ibuprofen.
And contrary to popular belief, misery doesn't make you a better mom. Or wife. I’ll bet the farm your husband knows it.
It just makes you miserable.
The view from 35,000 feet reminded me of something.
Eventually "later" becomes "now."
And now becomes, "I wish I would have started when I was 45."
I don't know about you, but I'd rather be the woman saying, "Thank goodness I started."
Not the woman saying, "I wish I would have."