A Reminder for Women Everywhere

I fear we’ve been gaslit by the concept of time. 😂

I actually made this video for myself. Let me keep it 💯

At the beginning of 2026, I set a bunch of huge goals. Somewhere along the way, I accidentally attached a countdown clock to every single one of them. I wasn’t just chasing the goal. I was chasing the idea that if I didn’t accomplish it this year, somehow I would be too old. Or it’ll be too late. Or I’ll be “past my prime.”

This week I had what genuinely felt like a groundbreaking realization: If I don’t accomplish a goal this year… I can accomplish it next year.

I know. Revolutionary. 😅 But straight up, this thought didn’t even occur to me.

Instead of feeling excited about chasing my dreams, I’ve been making myself anxious because I believed there was an expiration date attached to all of them. Instead of the passionate hustle I love, I’ve been living in a state of fear.

Why have we accepted the idea that our careers, our bodies, our relationships, our skin, our dreams, and our lives all have this invisible countdown attached to them? Like respectfully, eff off.

I don’t want to live like that anymore.

I still have huge goals. I still want to work incredibly hard. But I refuse to believe my potential expires because another birthday or year passed.

If I book the role next year instead of this year, amazing.

If I sell the show later, great.

If I reach a goal five years from now instead of five months from now, who exactly decided that was a failure? I’M DONE BULLYING MYSELF.

I’m officially withdrawing from the imaginary race.

If you needed permission to do the same, this is it. ❤️

Love you sisters 🫂