Insights

You can love your kids more than anything and still want a few hours when nobody needs you. So why does wanting something for yourself come with so much guilt?

But I’m questioning what happens when someone else’s relief depends on me carrying more stress.

You open next week’s calendar and nothing looks unreasonable. Work. Dinner. An appointment. Something you agreed to help with. A few things that technically count as fun. You know how to do this week. You could probably do it half asleep, which is convenient because you might have to. Then a thought shows up: I don’t want to keep doing my life exactly like this. Over, and over, and over. Immediately, you start defending yourself against yourself. You worked hard for this care

A bigger title used to be an easy yes. Now you want to know what it will do to your Tuesdays. That question deserves as much attention as the salary.

Your calendar says you have plans. Your whole body would prefer the couch. The useful question isn’t whether you can go, but what going would ask of you tonight.

Apparently midlife is when we finally become confident, powerful women who know exactly what we want. Or maybe we could stop turning every stage of life into another thing women are supposed to be good at.

Sometimes you can feel the Monday dread before Sunday even gets here. And sometimes Monday dread isn't even about Monday. Sometimes there’s a weekly meeting on Wednesdays you keep thinking about. An errand you really don’t want to deal with. A conversation you know you need to have. Or maybe there’s one part of your week that makes you think, "ugh, that, again, really!?" every time you remember it exists. That's what the Sunday night test is for. Don't worry it's not for a gr

Quitting a job that didn't fit the wife, mother, and friend I wanted to be taught me what it feels like when your life actually fits who you are.

The self you're missing was never as fixed as she felt. Here's what to notice instead of what to chase.