Picture it. It’s 9:47 on a Tuesday night. You’re standing at the kitchen counter eating cold mac and cheese straight out of the pot and answering a work email with one thumb, when a thought sneaks up and smacks you right on the forehead: Who the hell am I now? Girl, same. And you are…
Let’s talk about the little voice that pipes up the second you click on a retreat page. You know the one. She takes one look at the sunset photos and the yoga mats and whispers, “That looks amazing… but what if I don’t fit in?” If you’re a burned out woman in midlife who has…
Quick question. When was the last time a new throw pillow changed your life? Yeah. Same here. Now think about the best trip you ever took. The belly laugh with a friend that made you snort your coffee. The night under the stars when your shoulders finally dropped away from your ears. You can probably…
Let’s talk about money, friend. If you’re a midlife woman running on fumes and Googling women’s stress reduction retreats at 11pm while the dryer beeps at you, you’ve probably noticed the prices are all over the map. One retreat costs $500. Another costs $20,000. Both promise you’ll come home a brand new woman, and you’re…
You found a retreat that makes your shoulders drop just reading the description. Sunrise yoga. A pajama bonfire with a glass of prosecco in your hand. Your whole body said “yes, please.” Then you texted your friends to see who wanted to come, and the replies rolled in. Your best friend has a soccer tournament…
Quick check-in, friend. Is your jaw clenched right now? Are your shoulders parked somewhere up near your earlobes? If you just dropped your shoulders a good two inches, welcome. You’re in the right place. So many women in midlife are walking around with a constant low hum of anxiety. It sneaks in as racing thoughts…
Here’s a fun fact to sip on. In Champagne, France, the vineyards are generally not allowed to be irrigated. The rules of the region keep the hoses coiled up, even when August gets hot and stingy with rain. So how do some of the most famous grapes on the planet survive a dry summer? They…
My mother-in-law is 80 years old. She still travels quite a lot (just went with me to France in May), still says yes to trips most people half her age turn down, and a few weeks ago she said something to me that I have not been able to shake. She said, “Do the thing…
In May I revisited the Champagne region, walking château hallways, tasting things I probably shouldn’t have tasted before noon, and locking in every last detail for our next group of women. If you’ve been eyeing our women’s stress reduction retreats and wondering what actually happens behind the scenes before a group lands in France, buckle…
You take the weekend off. You sleep in, skip the group chat, maybe even get a pedicure. And Monday still hits like a truck. If you’ve ever thought “I don’t know what I need, but it’s more than a break,” you’re not broken and you’re not alone. That vague, bone-deep tired that a nap can’t…