There’s a word a lot of women wear like a status symbol without even realizing it.
Busy.
Not stressed-about-it busy.
Proud-of-it busy.
Like somehow being exhausted became proof you were ambitious, responsible, successful, or “doing life right.”
And for a long time?
That was me.
I was the first in and last out at work. I worked from home for 15 years and still ate lunch hunched over my laptop. I tracked my steps before sunrise and treated productivity like it was an Olympic sport.
Meanwhile, I’d see women casually sitting outside reading books in the middle of the day and internally think:
“Must be nice.”
In the snarkiest tone possible.
Because in my mind, that kind of life belonged to other people.
Not hardworking women.
Not responsible women.
Not women with goals.
This isn’t a personal flaw. It’s conditioning.
Gen X women were basically raised to believe our worth came from output.
We had chore lists before we could drive. We watched our mothers and grandmothers work nonstop. Rest was lazy. Fun was earned. You could sit down after everything got done.
And guess what?
Everything was never done.
So we carried that invisible rulebook into adulthood:
We became women who knew how to manage everything…
except ourselves.
During COVID, my husband Philip got weirdly committed to us sitting down for a REAL lunch together every day.
Plates.
Conversation.
Actually sitting still.
And honestly?
It made me uncomfortable.
I kept watching the clock like someone was timing me.
Which is fascinating because I controlled my own schedule. There was literally nothing stopping me from sitting down for 30 minutes in the middle of the day.
Nothing except the conditioning that said:
“If this isn’t productive, it doesn’t count.”
Then one day I overheard Philip on the phone telling someone that sitting down for lunch with me was one of the best parts of his day.
And whew.
That cracked something open.
Because somewhere along the way I had become the full-time handyman of my own life.
Fixing.
Managing.
Maintaining.
Handling.
Scheduling.
Always “on.”
And I started asking myself:
Was I actually enjoying my life?
Or was I just efficiently managing it?
After almost 20 years of coaching women, I keep seeing four patterns show up over and over again.
And truthfully?
I’ve been all four.
Sometimes before breakfast.
She gets seven hours of sleep and still feels exhausted.
Her whole life feels like productivity Jenga. One wrong move and everything collapses.
She turns days off into giant to-do lists and treats rest like something she has to earn.
She keeps saying:
“Once things calm down…”
But when exactly does that happen?
Fun has become wildly impractical.
Pickleball? Someday.
Dance class? Someday.
Trip to Italy? Definitely someday.
She stopped asking:
“Would this make me happy?”
And started asking:
“Is this productive?”
Meanwhile life keeps moving while she color-codes the calendar.
This one feels personal because I had Zillow alerts for Florida for SIX YEARS before we moved.
Six years of tabs open.
Research.
Spreadsheets.
Planning.
Some women have Pinterest boards for their future life but haven’t taken a single real step toward actually living it.
At some point you have to stop researching and make the reservation.
She knows everything happening in everyone’s life through Instagram and LinkedIn…
…but hasn’t actually talked to anyone in months.
She says:
“We should get together sometime!”
And then never picks a date.
Somewhere along the way we replaced connection with notifications.
And honestly?
A heart emoji is not the same thing as friendship.
A few months ago, I heard about someone who spent years waiting for the right time to really enjoy life.
Then life happened anyway.
And I think so many of us are doing that without realizing it.
Waiting for:
But conditions never become perfect.
And while you’re waiting…
your life is happening without you fully in it.
For years I thought “The Flip Flop Life” meant a location.
Palm trees.
Florida.
Warm weather in January.
But now I realize it means something completely different.
Permission.
Permission to stop treating yourself like a self-improvement project.
Permission to enjoy your life before everything is perfectly handled.
Permission to stop earning rest, joy, fun, connection, or peace.
Permission to stop blowing yourself off.
Not in some dramatic “sell all your belongings and move to Bali” kind of way.
Just one small choice at a time.
What part of your life have you been blowing off?
And what would happen if you stopped waiting for permission to care about it?
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