– a letter to the Señora within.

There comes a time in life—often quietly, sometimes in a roar—when the narrative of bouncing back no longer fits.
We have weathered too much.
We have become too much.

And suddenly, we find ourselves in the phase of life I’ve come to lovingly call the Señora Season.

We are not the same women who once bent ourselves to please, to shrink, to survive.
We’ve buried mothers, godmothers, friends, and dreams.
We’ve endured miscarriages while midwifing new life.
We’ve held our breath in waiting rooms and exhaled over biopsy results.
We’ve raised children—ours and others’—and let go when we had to.
We’ve found the courage to walk away from what no longer nourishes,
even as we feared being labeled “too much” or “not enough.”

And still—we rise.

Not with the springy resilience of our younger selves,
but with a sacred sturdiness born from storm-tested roots.

Because there’s a truth that grief teaches and life affirms:
It doesn’t necessarily get easier, but we—we get stronger.
And that strength doesn’t roar. It hums.

This is the unspoken art of the Señora Phase—
the threshold where we begin to see our softness as sovereign,
our intuition as intelligence,
our no as nourishment.

Here, in this season, we are no longer apologizing for the ways we protect our peace.
We are claiming time, not as a luxury—but as a birthright.

And we’re doing it without explanation.

Because not everything sacred needs to be shared.
Not every boundary needs a backstory.

Sometimes, it is enough to say:
“I can’t do that then. I have something scheduled.”
Even if that something is your enrichment time.
Your quiet walk.
Your ritual bath.
Your long exhale.

You don’t owe the world an itinerary for your healing.

To the Señora who feels it all:
You are not failing. You are forging.
You are not behind. You are blooming.
You are not too sensitive—you are just no longer numb.

Let this post be a soft anthem for your becoming:

“I am different now. And I do not apologize for my softness, my slowness, or my sacred no.”
This is what rising differently looks like.
And you don’t have to do it alone.

Your invitation for reflection:

Let this live in your journal, your breathwork, your body:

• Where have I risen differently?
• What has life taught me that no book ever could?
• What does it mean, to me, to walk in the Señora season with sovereignty and grace?
• -Drop a message below and share how you’re honoring your own rise.
• -Use this as your journaling prompt this week.
• -And or book a session and let us walk together for a stretch of the road.
• Your presence is powerful. Your story is sacred.
• You are the matriarch of your own mythology.