The other day I ran into Michael’s to grab something for my daughter’s Science project and I found myself wandering over to the “artist’s section”. I didn’t need anything there for her project but I just wandered over there on autopilot. Just looking, touching paintbrushes, browning different tubes of paint and flipping through sketchbooks.

I noticed something that felt familiar and comfortable, I started to think about buying a few to bring home and then I stopped myself and thought

“When would I even have time?”

so, I left with only the trifold for my daughter’s project.

The truth is that I have a hundreds of projects in my head, my Instagram feed is full of sewing, crafts, jewelry, and art projects that I want to create but somehow never find time. And I hear the same from so many women that used to paint, sew, or even dance. We used to fill our journals and sketchbooks and notebooks with dreams and ideas. We used to make things and creativity was easy to tap into.

Somewhere along the way, many of us slowed down or stopped. Not because we chose to, but because life just got busy. Our attention turned to our kids, their schedules, the demands of work, caring for others in our life and the worst of all planning Dinner!

SIDE NOTE: I swear Dinner is the bane of my existence and the last thing I thought I would hate the most about adulting…But I digress!

For most of us, almost without noticing, creativity moved from being part of our lives to becoming something we might get back to “when we have time.” And even though we often frame it in our minds as stopping (or pausing) a hobby, it actually is more than that. The real thing we stopped is the ability to give ourselves permission to play.

As children, creativity wasn’t about productivity. We colored because we enjoyed it. We built forts because it felt exciting and we made things because it was fun. I remember sitting for hours drawing…just to draw. When we are younger, there was no expectation that what we created would be useful, profitable, or impressive. We simply made things because making things made us feel alive.

Then, somewhere in adulthood, many of us learned that every moment needed to be productive in some way. The message we internalize is that if we’re going to spend time doing something, it should accomplish something. However, creativity doesn’t always fit neatly into those expectations. Creative projects aren’t meant to be productive, they are meant to nourish something deeper. They remind us that we are more than what we produce or accomplish.

Creativity creates space for us to hear ourselves again. When we can engage in creative tasks without that expectation of producing a “perfect” product, it frees something in us. Maybe that’s why so many women feel drawn back to it. Maybe that’s why I lingered in that painting aisle. It wasn’t the paintbrushes I was looking for. It was the version of myself who once believed she could spend an afternoon making something simply because she wanted to.

Maybe that younger part of ourselves is just waiting for permission from use to return. Waiting for us to remember that creativity was never a luxury… .

It was always a way home.

And maybe that’s why I’ve been feeling so strongly pulled back toward it myself.

As an art therapist, I know creativity isn’t just about making pretty things. It’s one of the ways we process experiences, reconnect with ourselves, explore who we are, and remember the parts of us that can get buried beneath responsibilities and expectations.

But if I’m being honest, creating a space for other women to reconnect with their creativity is a little selfish too, because it keeps me accountable. It reminds me to listen to my own inner voice and gives me permission to play, experiment, make a mess, and create things simply because they bring me joy.

So I’ve decided to stop waiting until I “have more time.”

Instead, I’m creating the kind of space I wish existed for me. A village of women who want to reconnect with themselves through creativity, reflection, conversation, and community.

Inside the paid membership, we’ll explore monthly creative wellness kits, art therapy-inspired prompts, printable resources, private podcasts, live Art & Tea gatherings, seasonal creative retreats, and meaningful conversations about motherhood, friendship, identity, and the girl within.

No artistic talent required.

No pressure to create something beautiful and no expectation that you’ll have all the answers. Just an invitation to slow down, pick up the paintbrush, open the journal, try the project, and see what happens.

If you’ve been longing for a little more creativity, connection, and space for yourself, I’d love for you to join us.

I have a feeling there are a lot of women standing in the paint aisle these days, wondering when they’ll finally have time to come home to themselves.

Maybe we don’t need more time.

Maybe we just need permission.

Reflection Question

What did you love to make before life became so busy?

I’d love to hear your answer in the comments.

Today is the 5th anniversary of the day we said good by to my mom and this was a moment tin time, during hospice that captures the emotional moment for all of us. This was such a RAW moment of grief and love that makes me smile and cry at the same time. The fact that we can have those 2 emotions live in us at once is so incredible that every time I see it I literally get stopped in my tracks and have to turn inward for a few minutes (or hours).

The thing is, that when my mom died, it was a shock to all of us. Yes she had Alzheimers and was starting to really lose her memory but, we thought we had more time. She had a slow bleed stroke that wasn’t caught in time and led to a massive one…followed by another in ICU. It was a shocking call we got one night at 11pm that moved to a visit to the ER (where we were told that she had a major brain bleed), then life flight to a local hospital for neurosurgery and ICU, followed by more strokes and eventually…hospice. All within a week.

It was A LOT!

I really didn’t have time to process it all until afterward. And being an only child…I was left hoping the emotional leftovers of it all by myself. And by IT ALL I mean everything from my childhood up until her last breath. (this is an entirely different story to tell).

The next few years, about a month before the anniversary of her death, I would start to have panic attacks and anxiety. I would move into another state of being that almost felt out of control…snapping at my kids and husband, crying uncontrollably for no reason at all…until I looked at the calendar and realized that my body was reminding me of the unprocessed shit that I needed to sort through.

As both a therapist and someone living through this, I started to recognize something I had understood intellectually for years but was now experiencing in a completely different way. In The Body Keeps the Score, Dr. Bessel van der Kolk explains how trauma and unprocessed emotion live in the body, not just the mind. And I could feel that playing out in real time. My body was tracking the anniversary, holding onto what hadn’t yet been released and making me feel it, even if my mind was trying not to.

I have had a lot of losses in my life, big ones, so why was this so insanely powerful for me? To understand it, I started doing a lot of inner work, reflections, journaling and having conversations with myself. I explored and started breath work to release some of the old traumas and emotions and I started putting up boundaries around the leftover people in my life, like my stepfather, that were unhelpful in my healing process. All of these things have helped me create and follow a path of healing that is more powerful than I could have imagined. It has led me to “woo” corners of the world that blend with my traditional science-based education and I can honestly say that it all is relevant and helpful in one way or another.

One of the things that helped me most was learning to pause instead of push through. It is easy to nudge the thoughts or feelings away because they are inconvenient or overwhelming but when we take the time to stop and see them…really see them and ask:
What is my body trying to tell me right now?
What hasn’t been fully felt yet?

The answers are where the healing begins!

The truth is that time helps to soften the wounds but they never fully heal! The anniversaries tend to activates all those old wounds and patterns that haven't been healed and no one really talks about that part out loud. The gift that my mom gave me in this REALLY FUCKING HARD PROCESS is helping me walk through it myself. I have been a therapist for 30 years and held space for so many in a variety of seasons of life but, there is nothing like being able to empathize on this kind of level with the people you work with. For this reason, I am grateful EVERY day for the times that almost broke me because those are the moments that help me connect, feel, and be with others when they need it themselves.

This, along with raising 4 daughters myself, has shaped the way I move through the world and the way I show up for other women, especially when old wounds resurface in ways they don’t expect.

I feel so lucky to witness that kind of healing. That kind of becoming. And now, when those waves of grief come, I don’t fight them the way I used to. I don’t try to push them away or make them make sense.

I welcome them.

They are no longer irritants…they are portals into something deeper and sacred. They remind me that love doesn’t end, it changes form. It often lives in the ache, the memories, and the quiet unseen moments that stop you in your tracks. And maybe that’s what it means to carry someone forward.

So if you’re reading this and something in you feels stirred…
If there’s a part of your story that still feels tender, unresolved, or quietly asking for your attention, just know this:

you’re not alone in it.

And sometimes, simply allowing yourself to feel it is where the healing begins.

So much love - Kim

There is a moment many women experience in midlife, including me, that is difficult to describe until it happens. It’s something that creeps in with slow, unsettling clarity. When we start to realize that many of the struggles we quietly blamed ourselves for were not actually our failures, they are structural in our society.

You begin to see the system, like someone removed your rose colored glasses. Maybe it is the “in your face” misogyny that we are experiencing right now, but for the first time in my life I see…REALLY see, the patriarchy. It isn’t that I didn’t know it was there before. I was raised by a woman that, by all counts, was a feminist. She didn’t formally identify as one, but she checked all the boxes…except of course, requiring a man to feel whole.

I learned about the fight for rights / freedom, that once were not ours, from her. Not in what she said but in how she moved through the world. She walked it every day and yet, I still never really grasped how fragile it was for us, as women, until recently. In fact, recently, I have realized something very disorienting…how much energy went into convincing women that the Patriarchy wasn’t there.

The Quiet Gaslighting of an Entire Generation

For many of us women who grew up in the 70s, 80s, and 90s, we were raised with a particular cultural story that went something like this:

Women are equal now.

You can do anything a man can do.
The battles have been won.
You can be anything you want.

We were told feminism had already done its work and we were reaping the benefits. The opportunities were unlimited and we just needed to walk through doors to get what we wanted. If we weren’t doing that then it must be something about us that needed to change.

We needed more confidence…Better time management…A stronger mindset.

The message was subtle but powerful: You’re equal now so if something still feels unfair, it must be you.

For many of us, that message quietly shaped decades of self-doubt that just reinforced the patriarchy itself.

But lived experience has a way of complicating the story and many women called the contradictions out loud. I watched women argue and fight back, protest, and move through the legal system to highlight the inequities that were still there. And as I watched this, I noticed that speaking directly sometimes came with social penalties. The leadership traits celebrated in men were labeled differently in women. The pay difference was notable for the same job. And when these courageous women called these out loud they were shamed, ridiculed and labeled as “problems.

Assertiveness was labeled as aggressive.
Confidence was labeled as Arrogant.
Being direct was labeled “difficult.”

And God forbid you address any sexism directly because then you were just a “Feminist Bitch”. The message was clear to a young impressionable girl…tow the line or life will be hard. Watching the world tell me that I was equal to men and could do anything while telling me to be quiet and avoid conflict was confusing and frustrating so it felt safe to “color in the lines”. Then, as I moved into adulthood, I started to notice how often we were expected to manage emotional dynamics, not just at home but at work and with friendships.

As I got a bit older and started to have a family I took on the “normal” roles of a mom until I started to notice how much invisible labor and emotional and mental load I was expected to carry. The thing is, none of the awareness came on like an epiphany. They all slowly built up like a giant garbage heap in my soul. I worked hard in my youth to dismiss the observations, telling myself I was overthinking things, being too sensitive, and over-reacting because that is what I was told, by the people around me and society at large. And, I wasn’t alone, most women I knew were trained to do the same thing. So we all turned those questions inward, misreading situations and interpreting it as something we needed to fix or even worse, things we needed to fix about who WE WERE.

Then something changes around midlife. They start as developmental and hormonal but those sparks of change highlight the accumulation of decades of experience and the garbage heap is no longer sustainable in our souls. We reach a point where that internal filter begins to loosen. We start noticing the patterns that we once misinterpreted or ignored and see the contradictions clearly. We begin to name some of the things out loud and could give a shit who tells us that we are over-reacting or misreading a situation. We know we are right!

The system that was once difficult to articulate suddenly becomes easier to see and identify. You would think this was liberating…and in some aspects it is but there is an unexpected rage that fuels it as well.

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The Strange Hypocrisy of “Freedom”

One of the most confusing aspects of this realization is the hypocrisy embedded in the cultural messaging many women grew up with. We were told we were equal but many of the structures surrounding us never fully changed.

Women are encouraged to pursue careers yet still carrying the majority of emotional and domestic labor.

Women are encouraged to be confident, but still socially rewarded for being agreeable.

Women were encouraged to speak up, but penalized when that speech disrupted comfort.

These contradictions create a kind of cultural double bind that is hard to reconcile.

You have all the opportunities a man does but also...

Don’t be too loud.
Don’t make people uncomfortable.
Don’t push too hard.

And these rules were never fully spoken or articulated, but they were deeply understood through the actions of those around us. The generations before us knew them because they were spoken out loud and reinforced by everyone around you, but my generation has been told one thing and shown another.

Watching Feminism Erode

Just as we are beginning to grasp how to articulate what we feel and find ways to help our daughters move forward without carrying these contradictions (for the most part), another layer of disorientation has appeared in recent years. With the MAGA movement and Trump we have seen an erosion of many rights and protections that earlier generations fought to establish.

This feels surreal.

Women who grew up believing progress was inevitable are now watching history move in directions that feel alarmingly familiar and very scary. The rights that I once considered secure suddenly feel extremely fragile. Language around women’s autonomy is shifting and the societal conversation around gender equality feels more contested than most of us expected to return to.

All of this initially felt unreal. I wanted to put my head in the sand and pretend it wasn’t happening. I told myself that it was a phase and once Trump left office things would change. However, as I have really started to reflect and grow into my own midlife experience, I am coming to the uncomfortable realization that the work was never actually finished. There may be many out there that came to this realization long ago, but I think there are more and more women like me that are just now waking up. REALLY waking up and realizing that the work our mothers, grandmothers, and great grandmothers did to get us here is not even close to done.

And now, in midlife I am thrusted into action. I spent decades trying to be agreeable and suddenly I am no longer interested in smoothing things over. I have zero fucks left to give and I am no longer feeling compelled to shrink for others, or mute myself for someone elseses comfort. This doesn’t mean I am walking around being rude to everyone, it only means I no longer stop myself from using my voice when I feel it is necessary. The feelings that have emerged are primal…it is anger with clarity. I have stopped negotiating with silence.

The Beginning of a Different Kind of Freedom

Ironically, this realization, the one that started with an unsettling feeling, is also the beginning of a deeper form of freedom. Because when women stop blaming themselves for every friction they encounter, something starts to shift internally. We are now using our energy in a more efficient and real way. What was once spent on self-doubt shifts to energy spent on creating and holding boundaries, clarity of convictions, honesty with others, and harnessing our voice!

This voice is not necessarily the loudest in the room but it is present, clear, and one that finally stops pretending it doesn’t see what it sees. I fucking LOVE midlife - it has granted me an emotional freedom that I never had in my 20’s, 30’s and even 40’s. And every woman I have met recently that is in my age group is echoing this feeling. A strong matriarchal force is silently (and not so silent chanting) Fuck the Patriarchy through words and actions that will carry us through. I hold this in my heart every day when I look at my girls knowing that I refuse to let them live in a world where they have to silence themselves for others.

Kimberley Palmiotto, PsyD - A Woman in Midlife Magic

They call it a “mid life crisis” but for many of us, it doesn’t show up that way. Instead, it shows up as a quiet refusal.

A refusal to keep managing the room.
A refusal to stay agreeable when something feels off.
A refusal to “perform” in ways that once felt normal.

What’s often described as “burnout,” “hormones,” or “midlife awakening” is, at a deeper level, a core relational shift. The old rules of belonging and approval just stop working for us.

The Inner Child Meets a New Season

Our inner girl carries early relational intelligence: how to stay close, how to stay safe, how not to be left. For decades, those strategies run in the background. They help us build careers, families, communities, and identities. But something changes when we hit midlife... It introduces capacity ceilings!

Our body becomes less willing to override discomfort. Our nervous system becomes more honest. The cost of approval becomes harder to ignore. And at some point during this process, it becomes non-negotiable.

I’m sure you have heard the statistics on divorce rates in menopausal women. Women are starting to advocate for equality in areas that we have historically been ignored (think Medical and menopause). Our generation (Gen X) is the first to have a full generation of women experience TRUE financial freedom and abundance.

My mom (a Boomer) was a fiercely independent woman. She worked from the time I was 3 years old but…that was only because my father died unexpectedly, in 1974, leaving her to fend for herself and raise a child on her own. She found a job and made her own career but there were limited opportunities. She started as a secretary and worked her way up to an HR executive over the course of her 40 year career. On paper she looked to be independent but the blanket of societal rules and expectations weighed her down. She hit glass ceilings in every job she had and remarried multiple times because she still had the old thought process that she needed a man to be complete.

But it was different for us, growing up in the 80’s. Most of us spent our early childhood, in the 70’s, watching the feminist movement roar. Then we watched women push up against the glass ceiling in the 80’s and make headway in the corporate world. It became an accepted fact that we didn’t need a man to be successful or happy. And yet, many of us still fell into the “traditional role” of mom and wife while building our careers, causing the “emotional load” to rise up and start to crush us! But the collective push back has been pretty mighty. So now, even though menopause has been around forever, we are no longer willing to tow the line. Many of our inner girls are getting loud.

The Separation of Safety and Approval

Earlier in life, approval often felt like safety for us. It meant fewer conflicts, consistency and predicability, emotional steadiness in those around us. It may have been at a cost, but it was worth it for many of us to sustain that feeling of safety.

But in midlife, many women notice something new: Approval no longer brings relief. Instead, it brings feelings like resentment, exhaustion, and an overall sense of losing or sacrificing ourselves. And often, our inner girl recognizes it before we do. She feels the dissonance before we can name it. And as we enter menopause, and our brain and body start to shift, our nervous system begins to renegotiate these old contracts that we made with ourselves. We no longer tolerate :

• “I’m responsible for everyone’s emotional experience.”

• “If something feels off, it’s my job to fix it.”

• “I’ll manage myself so others don’t have to.”

• “I should be able to handle this without needing help.”

• “My needs can wait.”

Should I go on????

These are old adaptive responses and our body no longer consents, so our nervous system responds with anxiety, anger, grief, or shutdown, screaming at us to pay attention.

Something inside is asking for a different kind of belonging.

Here is the beautiful thing about this process. When we start to loosen and let go of approval we are able to feel the grief for what we have carried, the anger for what we have lost, and a view of how we can belong in a softer, different way. This may cost us some relationships, but for many of us the benefits are greater than that loss.

Most of us don’t think about our inner girl very often, but she is always influencing us. Many times she is responding from this core need for belonging and approval that we have never addressed. However, in midlife, we start to notice her more, even if we haven’t named her. She starts to have a voice and when she does, we heal.

So if you are moving through this transition and hear her getting loud...

Take a seat….listen closely.

She is your way forward!

When we reflect back on our own girlhood, I think most of us would say we don’t remember the exact moment belonging became conditional but there were moments that built up to it. A feeling from others around you, a subtle adjustment to “fit in”, a sense that you could be cast out of a group if you got it wrong.

For me, I actually remember having a lot of these feelings in a fairly vague sense in elementary school. I was a bit of a weird, eclectic kid and although I was social, I never really felt like I fit in. Plus, I was an only child so I didn’t really have a barometer at home or a place to practice and make mistakes with people that knew me. This vagueness became a sharp point in middle school. It became crystal clear in 6th grade that I was not part of the “popular girl group” and I remember the exact moment it happened. It was when they made fun of me for not shaving my legs… it is laughable now but at the time, my world was ending. It was the moment that I received the message that my belonging was conditional and I didn’t “belong”.

When we are in this stage of life, we often are not taught about the difference between belonging and fitting in. They are both lumped together so we become hypersensitive to what is rewarded in the groups around us and it shapes how we adapt to our world ... .both at that time… and as we grow into women. For many of us, this feeling of “not belonging” sticks around like sap from a tree on your hand. We learn that we need to maintain it as we get older through overpleasing, overachievement, or becoming very emotionally attuned to others without learning how to balance it for ourselves.

The ironic part of all of this is that these maladaptive patterns happen as a result of trying to find ways to connect with others. When we don’t get that connection in a supportive and positive way, for who we are authentically, it often morphs into insecurity. Approval becomes a strategy we use to feel safe inside relationships we see as important.

As a young girl these are usually parents or family that provide this approval. In middle school they are friends and peers but as we get older they transition to partners. Then if/when you become a mom the approval and belonging shifts to the mom groups. If you don’t believe me….look at all the recent information about “toxic mom groups” and mean moms. All the while, we carry with us the patterns we have developed….and none of this is conscious.

It is attachment doing exactly what it’s designed to do.

We often talk about this as if it’s something to overcome, but for many women, it began as wisdom.

*A body learning how to stay connected.
*A nervous system learning how to remain included.
*A child learning how not to lose what matters.

It works for us in those moments when we are young and the cost usually doesn’t show up until later. In adulthood, approval can still feel like safety and when connection feels uncertain, with a partner, a friend, or even a child, the old strategies pop up quickly.

When we shift from using effort to stop our responses to awareness around them instead, this story begins to soften and we allow ourselves to change in ways that align with who we are today. It allows us to let that inner part of us that had to adapt be seen and valued which brings her into our current world with love and gratitude instead of resentment and punishment.

And maybe this is the part that matters most. You adapted to the relational world you were given, at the time and awareness doesn’t ask you to undo any of that.
It simply invites you to notice it, with more tenderness than judgment. Now you can bring this into your current world to embrace your WHOLE self with love.

When we look back through this lens, the question isn’t how to get rid of these patterns…It’s how to meet them differently now.

We can find a way to meet them with curiosity instead of force and understanding instead of urgency.

What changes when you stop asking,

“What’s wrong with me?”
and begin asking,

“What did I learn about staying connected when belonging felt fragile?”

Use this printable reflection guide (click on it to download) to take a moment and sit with the questions then journal your thoughts and come back at a later time to read and sit with them again. You might be surprised how much awareness it brings to how you show up now.

If this reflection stirred something for you, there’s a quieter space where we stay with it a little longer.

In the paid portion this month, I offer a guided visualization, an audio reflection, and a gentle belonging map, built to offer awareness and presence to the part of you that learned to adapt.

You’re welcome there whenever you’re ready.

This space is not asking you to arrive calm, open, or ready.
It’s not asking you to reflect deeply or…

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Stillness sounds like rest.
But for many mothers, especially those who have been running hard emotionally, socially, and physically, stillness can feel surprisingly unfamiliar, uncomfortable, even unsettling.

There’s actually a biological reason for that.

When your nervous system has been in a heightened state of alert, whether from chronic stress, demands of parenting, or just years of tuning into others’ needs, it actually becomes more difficult for your body to shift into the “rest and digest” mode of the parasympathetic nervous system. Persistent stress keeps the sympathetic (“fight-or-flight”) side in active mode, which can suppress the part that supports calm, repair, and recovery. This makes slowing down biologically harder than it sounds.

Neuroscience research shows that when you’re chronically activated, even if it isn’t tied to a visible threat, your body interprets it as unusual. When the external demands decrease or stop, your brain isn’t immediately sure how to interpret the lack of stimuli. Over time, this can make stillness feel unsafe or uncomfortable rather than soothing.

Here is what often happens: stillness gives the brain space to notice what’s been in the background, thoughts, feelings, bodily sensations. This is not how we normally move through our day. Usually, we are multitasking with a million thoughts, dates, and plans in our internal and external world. Silence and slow moments give the default mode network (the part of the brain that becomes active when we are not busy, helping us think about ourselves and our experiences) a chance to operate, letting memories and emotional signals rise without distraction. That’s one reason silence or quiet can actually lower stress hormones like cortisol, yet still feel odd the first few times you experience it in a meaningful way.

Stillness i smore than simply “not moving.” It’s a different neurological state, one that requires our nervous system to shift from constant action & anticipation into a space where it can learn to regulate again. And that learning takes time, practice, and for many of us, a nervous system that has gotten used to living in survival-speed mode.

So if slowing down feels uneasy, or your breath tightens when there’s nothing demanding your attention, remind yourself that it is just biology meeting emotion.

Stillness asks the parts of you that learned to be on alert to start to notice things without the need to act on them. This is why simply sitting quietly, even for a few minutes, can feel like more than you bargained for: your body is finally listening without distraction, and that’s unfamiliar territory.

A gentle invitation

So...if slowing down has brought up more than you expected, you don’t need to sit with it alone.

Stillness can open tender places, and sometimes what helps most is a steady voice reminding your body that it’s safe to move slowly.

For those who feel this uneasiness in real time, I’ve shared a short audio in the paid space called “If Slowing Down Makes You Feel Uneasy.” It’s not instructional and it doesn’t ask you to fix anything, it’s simply a few minutes of grounding support you can return to when things feel close to the surface.

Whether you listen or not, hold this gently as you move through your days:

What does my body notice when things finally quiet down?

You can use this as a jounral prompt but honestly, NO answers are required.
Noticing is enough for now.

If you’d like something tangible to sit with this, I’ve created a one-page reflection you can save or print called “What Stillness Really Does to Your Brain & Body.”

It’s not a worksheet or something to complete, just a gentle page of reminders you can return to when slowing down feels uneasy.

Download it here

If you’re part of the Root & Rise Circle, this reflection pairs naturally with January’s Stillness & Reset podcast. And if you’re not yet subscribed, you’re always welcome to explore it when it feels supportive. Just click here when your’e ready

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Welcome to The Girl Within

If you’re here, there’s a good chance you’re holding more than one story at once.

You might be raising a daughter (or daughters, like e me) and finding yourself surprised by what stirs in you along the way. Old feelings... Old memories… Old questions you didn’t expect to revisit.

Or maybe you’re simply tired. Tired in a way that rest doesn’t quite touch.

I created The Girl Within as a quiet place for mothers navigating these tender intersections, where motherhood and girlhood overlap, echo, and sometimes collide.

There are a lot of spaces for parenting programs and although I offer this to moms…this is not that. It’s a space for reflection, steadiness, and gentle support when things feel emotionally close to the surface. Sometimes we just need the support and permission to set it down for a moment.

What This Space Is

The Girl Within is a place to pause.

Here you’ll find:

• reflective writing for mothers raising daughters

• gentle, in-the-moment guidance for real-life moments

• words you can return to when you’re unsure how to respond — to your child or to yourself

This space honors the truth that supporting our daughters often asks us to notice what lives inside us, too.

What This Space Is Not

This is not:

• a place to “do motherhood better”

• a list of things to fix

• a demand to process everything all at once

There is no expectation to engage deeply every time.
You’re welcome to read quietly, take what you need, and leave the rest.

About the Rhythm Here

Some reflections will be shared freely, moments to orient, normalize, and steady.

Others will live in the paid space, where I offer:

• deeper reflections

• scripts and tools for emotionally charged moments

• support for the seasons that feel especially tender or confusing

There is no pressure to join.
Staying free is always okay.

A Gentle Invitation

As you move through this space, you might notice parts of yourself you haven’t checked in with for a while.

If it feels right, hold this question softly, no need to answer it yet:

What feels tender for me in this season of motherhood?

There’s no right or wrong response. Sometimes simply naming the tenderness is enough for now.

I’m glad you found your way here.

❤️
With warmth,
Kim