07/05/2026
I’ve been thinking lately about how we divide our time as mothers, wives and business owners.
We schedule time for everyone and everything else, yet rarely for ourselves. And when we do, we often feel the need to justify it, apologise for it, or downplay how much we needed it.
Why is that?
It doesn’t matter whether you’re religious or not, there’s something powerful about consistency and devotion. Religion is a perfect example of a daily dedicated practice - the ritual, the returning daily to what matters, regardless of how busy life becomes.
Imagine if we poured even a fraction of that same dedication into ourselves.
I honestly think so much of it comes from fear of judgement. Fear of what people might think if we choose ourselves for once.
But what would your life feel like if you stopped waiting for permission to pour back into yourself too?