You Don’t Need Permission to Begin Again…

There’s a quiet ache many women carry—the ache of waiting.

Waiting for life to calm down. Waiting for the kids to need you less. Waiting until the career is “stable enough,” the partner is ready enough, or the world finally slows down enough for you to finally breathe. Waiting until you feel worthy enough, confident enough, ready enough. Waiting for someone, somewhere, to look you in the eye and say, It’s your turn now.

It’s exhausting. Because while you wait, the world doesn’t pause. Days turn into weeks, weeks into months, and still that ache lingers—soft, persistent, a reminder that you’ve been holding yourself back for everyone else’s timeline.