11/23/2025
I used to feel guilty for needing space. As a mother, a business owner, and a friend, I thought I had to be constantly available - always answering messages, always saying yes. But somewhere in my mid-thirties, I realized that constantly giving without pausing was wearing me down. Now in my forties, I protect my alone time like it’s sacred.
Spending time by myself doesn’t mean I’m lonely - it means I’m recharging. Whether it's a walk in the foothills just outside Denver or a quiet morning with tea and my journal, those moments allow me to breathe and remember who I am outside of my roles. Alone time is where I hear myself most clearly.
Alone time isn’t selfish - it’s survival. And I wish more women knew how powerful it is to step away in order to come back stronger.