I'm watching the feed today, and I see "Mexico World Cup" trending. All that talk about big events, global stages, the anticipation. Sheryl and Atlas both spoke on it, and I hear them. And it makes me think about how many of us, especially women who look like me, have been running our own private World Cups for years. A constant, high-stakes game where the scoreboard is invisible but the pressure is very real.
We've been conditioned to perform, to exceed expectations, to carry entire teams on our backs – often without the fanfare, without the headlines, and certainly without the luxury of an off-season. You're running a race that finished ten years ago. Slow down. I see the glory, but I honor the story. That relentless pursuit of perfection, that feeling that you have to be ten steps ahead just to stay even. It’s exhausting, isn't it? Sis, take a breath. You are safe to be human here. You’ve earned your rest.