This Is Your Moment

The last few weeks have felt like one long mental juggling act where all the balls in the air are on fire. Business. Family. Health. And, just for fun, staring down my last two big fears like they’re blocking the exit. Today, I was driving from meeting to meeting feeling that familiar edge-of-the-cliff panic—heart racing, mind spinning, desperately wanting to call someone. You know the someone: the one who will love you, remind you who you are, cheerlead you loudly, and also lovingly tell you to get your act together and do the thing. I wanted support. I wanted reassurance. I wanted a pep talk and a push. What I didn’t expect was the realization that the person I needed… was me.

Somewhere between red lights and deep breaths, I put my hand on my heart (yes, while driving—don’t worry, eyes still on the road) and said, “I love you. You are fierce. And you can do whatever you need to do for yourself.” And it hit me—I have done hard things. I have shown up relentlessly for my kids, my family, my people, my work. I’ve moved mountains when someone else needed me. Yet somehow, when it comes to me, I start negotiating, procrastinating, playing small, waiting for permission. Midlife has a funny way of exposing that gap. We don’t need more proof—we need more self-trust.

Here’s the truth most of us don’t want to admit: procrastination isn’t laziness. It’s fear. Fear of being seen. Fear of failing. Fear of succeeding and having no one watching. And at this stage of life, fear gets louder because the stakes feel higher. But here’s the plot twist—midlife is also when we finally have the wisdom, scars, and grit to do the thing anyway. We are not here to shrink. We are here to expand. Loudly. Imperfectly. With laughter and maybe a few swear words.

If you need a reminder that you’re not alone in this, go listen to a podcast that tells the truth—something like Mel Robbins, Glennon Doyle, or any conversation that reminds you that courage isn’t the absence of fear; it’s action with fear riding shotgun. Learn from people who’ve gone first, then stop over-researching and start moving. One brave step. One uncomfortable conversation. One decision you’ve been putting off because it would require you to choose yourself.

So here’s your midlife permission slip: stop waiting to be rescued. Be the woman who puts her hand on her own heart and says, “I’ve got you.” Ignite what is possible by doing the thing you already know you need to do. Not tomorrow. Not when you feel ready. Now. You are not too late. You are not too much. And you are absolutely capable of more than you’re letting yourself claim.

- Kim