The "Queen for a Day" Contract Has Officially Expired

Yesterday was a beautiful illusion. For exactly 24 hours, the world collectively agreed to pause and celebrate the "mothering" energy.

And let’s be clear about what that means in this Tribe: It is the women raising humans (whether they are in diapers or paying their own mortgages), the aunties, the step-moms, the mentors, the business-builders, and the women who simply mother the universe. For one day, we were graciously permitted to put our feet up without actively managing a crisis or holding the emotional center of gravity for everyone around us.

It was magical. And then, the clock struck midnight.

Today is Monday, and the royal carriage has violently turned back into a pumpkin. The "Queen for a Day" contract has officially expired, and the default managers of the universe are back to our regularly scheduled programming.

The whiplash of going from "cherished and celebrated" on a Sunday to "unpaid logistics coordinator of everything" on a Monday morning is enough to give anyone a hot flash. It isn't just about the physical tasks; it is the invisible, heavy mental load of keeping the world spinning. It is the checking in, the planning ahead, the anticipating of needs, and the constant tending to the people and projects we care about.

The second Sunday in May is wonderful, but the Monday after is a stark reminder of the massive emotional labor women carry the other 364 days of the year.

If you are the glue holding your corner of the universe together, we see you. Pour an extra-large coffee, grab your crown out of the recycling bin, and let's get back to running the world.

Keep thriving.

Tracy 💗

💭 Reflection: What was the exact moment this morning you realized your 24-hour "Queen for a Day" contract had officially expired?