Do you remember her?

Hi there

She used to laugh without checking the clock.

She had playlists that weren’t lullabies or lo-fi background noise.

She had dreams that didn’t begin and end with survival mode.

For years, I used to joke with my friends that I had a mid-life crisis at the start of every summer.

Like clockwork, June would hit and I’d feel this urge to run.

To be single. Kid-free. Job-free. Just… free.

And for a long time, I thought it was just me being dramatic or tired. But now I know the truth:

I was craving freedom because I had spent the rest of the year completely disconnected from myself.

Not caring for myself daily. Not checking in weekly. Not tending to my joy monthly.

So by summer? I was depleted, resentful, and quietly unhappy.

But something shifted.

Last year, I got more intentional with my self-care — not in a spa-day way, but in a nervous system reset, emotional check-in, move-my-body-because-I-matter kind of way.

And this summer? That pull to run isn’t there.

Because I’ve been returning to myself bit by bit all year long.

Pause and ask yourself:

What part of me have I quieted… that’s ready to speak again?

The one who wants to dance.

Or cry.

Or sit in silence with no one asking for anything.

Let her speak.

She’s not gone.

She’s just been waiting for you to remember she matters, too.

PS: Got a ratchet playlist or a summer freedom song that brings you back to life? Hit reply and tell me. Let’s build one together.

Until Next Time

Moya