Sincerely Me, Letters From the In-Between

You’re tired of being the one everyone depends on “the matriarch,” they call you. But how can you be the matriarch of a family when the foundation was never set? Not by the one who built you, not by the one who guided you, but by the one who simply… let me hush.

Anyway, You look back and wish you could undo things… until you realize you don’t actually want to go back. You want to push forward. You want to uncover the truth in what “matriarchy” really is for you, not anyone else’s version of it.

When Everything feels like it is falling apart, and yet here you are, holding on. Laughing so you don’t cry. Paying Peter to pay Paul. Keeping a roof over your head while the world seems to demand more than you can give.

You want so much from life. They say your 20s are for playing, your 30s are when things finally fall into place. But does it really? Or do you just get sharper at knowing how much you’ve carried and how much longer you’re willing to carry it.

40s and beyond well they say is not about finally having it all together its about claiming the life you’ve fought for, setting boundaries, and deciding which weight is truly yours to carry.

You don’t have to carry it all. Some of that weight isn’t yours to hold, and the moment you stop pretending it is… that’s when life finally starts moving forward.

And in that silence, you realize maybe the hardest part isn’t carrying the weight, but learning which pieces of it you were meant to let go and embracing the journey of self-generation, where wisdom is from life experience rather than taught

And the people you meet along the way either go with you or fade away. But the ones that stay understand you, help guide you, and never shame you for being you….