I Think Women Should Want More Things

I think women should want more things.

More pleasure. More beauty. More freedom. More interesting conversations. More afternoons that turn into evenings without anyone checking the clock.

More experiences that make them feel slightly reckless, gloriously alive, and completely themselves.

I want women to develop extravagant appetites for their own lives.

Somewhere along the way, a lot of us learned to negotiate with our desires before we even admitted we had them.

Is it practical? Is it responsible? Is it worth the money? Will somebody be inconvenienced? Haven't I already had enough? Shouldn't I be grateful for what I have?

Gratitude is lovely. But it was never intended to be a ceiling.

You can love the life you have and still be curious about the life you haven't lived.

You can be deeply committed to your family and still want experiences that have absolutely nothing to do with being somebody's mother, partner, daughter, or caretaker.

You can be financially responsible and still want something gloriously unnecessary.

You can be happy and still be hungry.

I think desire tells us things about ourselves that duty never will.

What catches your eye. What makes you lose track of time. What you find beautiful. What you keep imagining when nobody is asking anything of you.

These are clues.

I don't think every desire needs to become a goal, a business plan, a manifestation practice, or a five-year strategy.

Some things are worth wanting because the wanting itself makes you feel alive.

Some things are worth pursuing because they would make your life more delicious.

And some things are worth doing for absolutely no defensible reason at all.

I'd like to see more women become unapologetically particular about their lives.

To have preferences. To cultivate excellent taste. To change their minds. To become beautifully unreasonable about how much of their own existence they're willing to enjoy.

To stop treating pleasure as a reward for finishing everything else.

You've spent enough of your life learning how to be useful.

What would happen if you became equally devoted to being alive?

This is part of the work I do with women in private coaching.

We take desire seriously. Not as a frivolous distraction from your responsibilities, but as information about who you are, who you're becoming, and what kind of life you actually want to inhabit.

Then we look at what needs to change to make room for it.

Because wanting a different life is one thing. Building a life you can actually live inside, with more freedom, pleasure, beauty, and sovereignty, is another.

If you're ready to stop postponing the life you want to live, I'd love to work with you.

Message me about private coaching. Let's make some room for the woman you're becoming.