👠“Mama’s Not Lost—She’s Just Been on Airplane Mode (for 18+ Years)”
Let’s just say it.
If you’ve been raising kids for the last 18+ years, you’re basically a miracle worker in yoga pants.
You’ve been part personal chef, therapist, Uber driver, tutor, referee, nurse, and the only one in the house who knows where the insurance card is.
But here’s the part no one talks about:
When the whirlwind slows down (a.k.a. the kids get older, leave, or at least start wiping their own butts), you look around and think...
“Wait... what the hell happened to me?”
You used to have hobbies.
Dreams.
Plans to do something just for you that didn’t involve a school pickup line, PTO guilt trip, or standing in a kitchen wondering if a bag of shredded cheese counts as dinner.
But somewhere between the science projects and soccer tournaments, you stopped showing up for you.
And now, the silence in the house is louder than the chaos ever was.
🚨 PSA from Your Favorite Male Coach (Hi, I’m Tymothe')
Listen—I may be a guy, but over 80% of my clients are women exactly like you.
Moms. Givers. Badasses who’ve spent years pouring into everyone else’s cup and are now staring at their own wondering when the refill is coming.
And I’ll tell you what I tell every one of them:
"You’re not broken. You’re just empty. And that is 100% reversible."
This isn’t about burning your house down and moving to Bali.
This is about finally remembering that you matter, too.
