Babe... Which Inner Voice Has Been Calling The Shots Today?

By sunrise, The Strategist has already grabbed the keys.

“I’ve got this.”

“I’ll make the decisions.”

“I’ll protect us by staying ten steps ahead.”

She kisses her coffee.

Builds the plan.

Closes the deal.

Checks every box.

She’s convinced that if she keeps moving, you’ll never have to feel uncertain.

She means well.

Around noon, The Discerner gently taps her shoulder.

“Move over. I saw something you missed.”

She notices the sigh no one else heard.

The forced smile.

The energy shift when someone walks into the room.

She scans every conversation for what isn’t being said.

She’s not being dramatic.

She’s trying to keep everyone safe.

By evening, both of them are exhausted.

That’s when The Wise Woman steps in.

She doesn’t rush.

She doesn’t compete.

She simply smiles.

“Sweetheart… neither of you has done anything wrong.”

“You’ve just been working a double shift.”

She places one hand over your heart.

The other around your teacup.

“Your body has been practicing survival for a very long time.”

“Holding your breath.”

“Clenching your jaw.”

“Swallowing your needs.”

“Keeping the peace.”

“Of course those patterns feel familiar.”

“Your body became excellent at the job you gave it.”

Then she leans in.

“Now let’s teach it something even more beautiful.”

“Let’s practice soft shoulders.”

“Let’s practice a full breath.”

“Let’s practice receiving.”

And just when the room becomes quiet…

The door swings open.

Ms. Joy arrives five minutes late carrying flowers.

“Well…” she grins.

“You girls look tired.”

She lights the candle.

Pours the lemon balm.

Pulls out the pretty teacup you’ve been saving for a special occasion.

“Babe…” she laughs.

“I am the special occasion.”

She lifts her cup.

“Ms. Lemon Balm… thank you for holding me down today, Love.”

“Everything is calm now, Love.”

The Strategist finally loosens her grip.

The Discerner stops carrying everyone else’s feelings.

The Wise Woman smiles because she knew they would.

And Ms. Joy?

She reminds them all that a woman isn’t measured by how much she can carry.

She’s remembered by how beautifully she comes home to herself.

Sleep well, Love.

Your empire can wait until morning.

xoxo