The Seasons of a Woman (And Why We Don’t All Need to Bloom at the Same Time)

Lately, I’ve started joking that I’m not drinking the water from the other side of the office—because over there? Everyone’s pregnant. Like, everyone.

One by one, they began to show up glowing, craving pickles, and plotting nursery themes. And now? Babies. Babies everywhere.

Some of these women returned to work with a vengeance. Some traded in their office badge for a laptop and went fully remote. Others decided to stay home, snuggle their littles, and take life a bit slower. And here’s the truth that should be printed on mugs, t-shirts, and every parenting blog header:

Whatever they chose is the right thing. For them.

We don’t all have the same season. We’re not on the same timeline. We don’t have the same capacities or callings or chaos levels. And we absolutely, unequivocally do not owe the world an explanation for choosing the rhythm that brings us peace.

You don’t need a Pinterest board of life goals to feel purposeful. You don’t need to keep up with the neighbor who looks like she walked out of an HGTV farmhouse makeover. And you definitely don’t need to pretend you’ve got it all figured out.

Recently, I had a conversation with a woman who was wrestling with a huge decision—she’d chosen to close her bakery to stay home with her tween and teen kids. And I looked her square in the eyes and said:

“Do what’s right for you right now. The dream will wait. And when you’re ready, it’ll be there. You’re not closing the door—you’re putting a bookmark in the chapter.”

This is your reminder:
There is no “right way.”
There is only your way.
The season you’re in—whether it looks like hustle or hibernation—is valid. Sacred. Worthy.

And please, for the love of your sanity, stop trying to build the Barbie Dream House of adulthood. That thing is made of plastic and performance and will drain the very life you’re trying to protect.

Perfection is a scam.
Comparison is a thief.
Double-mindedness will leave you paralyzed.

But choosing what brings you life? That’s the win. Every time.

So whether you're blooming, burrowing, building, or just barely hanging on—there’s no shame in your season. Own it. Honor it. And know it doesn’t have to look like anyone else’s.

Your path. Your pace. Your peace.
That’s what matters.