In my humble opine —“self-care” has become a catch-all phrase that feels more like a to-do list than a true act of restoration. Somewhere between the candle aisle and the smoothie bar, the sacred got commodified. The truth is, self-care isn’t optional. It’s survival. It’s brushing your teeth. Feeding yourself. Washing your hair. Showing up. Rinse and repeat. Again and again.

But what if we reached beyond the baseline?
What if we started tending not just to our needs—but to our becoming?

Enter: Enrichment Time.
A term I’m lovingly naming. A reframe. A reset. A return.

This is not just about bubble baths or spa days (though I’m a massage therapist and will never talk you out of one!). This is about choosing time that expands you—time that nourishes the roots so the fruit can flourish. This is about the sacred pause. The moment between inhale and exhale. The stretch in your soul when you allow yourself to remember who you really are underneath all the roles you carry.

And here’s the radical part:
You don’t owe anyone a reason for protecting this time.
You don’t need permission. You don’t need to explain.
You simply say, “I have Enrichment Time scheduled.” That’s it. That’s enough. That’s holy.

Because here’s what “enrichment” really means:

To improve or enhance the quality or value of something.
To make soil more fertile by nourishing it deeply.
To increase wealth, to amplify potential.
So let’s stop treating this time like a guilty pleasure.
Let’s start treating it like an investment. In ourselves. In our wholeness. In our future.

For those of us in the 39 and Counting Club—this message is especially for you.
Perimenopause is here, or knocking. The kids might be grown, or just getting sassier. Maybe you’re co-parenting with grace or grief. Maybe you’ve said goodbye to a parent, or a marriage. Maybe you’re riding high in your career or rising from the ashes of burnout. Whatever shape your life is taking—you’ve earned your seat at this circle.

We are not new to sacrifice.
We are not strangers to the grind.
But we are ready to reclaim the sacred within the mundane.

Because when a woman enriches her own life, everyone she touches is nourished by the overflow.
This isn’t selfish—it’s necessary.

So let’s begin. Let’s write it in our calendars. Let’s call it what it is.
Not “self-care.” Not indulgence. Not luxury.

Enrichment Time.

An hour to lie in the sun.
A walk where no one needs you.
A class that lights up your mind.
A slumber party with your best friend. 
A tarot card reading or a reiki session. 
A dance in your kitchen to music that made you feel alive at 21… and still does at 51.
A sacred steam. A deep breath. A good cry.

This is your invitation to soften. To deepen. To rise.

You are not behind. You are not too late. You are not too much.

You are right on time.
…and exactly as you ought to be. 

This sums it up nicely:
“Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.”
— Audre Lorde 

Final Thoughts…

• How do you nourish your inner soil?
• What does “Enrichment Time” look like for you right now, in this season of your life?
• Drop a comment below if you feel called to share—we are building this language and this life together.
• Or if you’re ready to explore deeper ways to enrich your life, I invite you to join me for a session, a ritual, a reset. You don’t have to do this alone.
• We embrace our Señora Season.
• We are the bloom and the root.
• We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.