I'm Starting a Slow Movement for Women

10, 30, 60, 90 day transformations can sod off...

The speed at which we’re expected to transform is fucking insane.

Become a coach in 30 days.
Rewire your mindset in 21.
Build the business in 90.
Heal your trauma in a weekend.

It’s relentless.

And I get why it sells.

When you’re in pain, you want relief.
When you feel behind, you want acceleration.
When you’re heading toward 50 and think you’ve already wasted too much time, you want proof you’re not a failure.

That was me.

I carried this quiet panic:

I’ve already wasted years.
I stayed too long.
I should have known sooner.
I’m getting too old.
I know what the problem is - it’s me.

And underneath all of it was this belief:

If I don’t move quickly now, it will confirm the worst thing I think about myself.

That I failed.

So of course the promise of fast transformation was seductive.
If I could fix it quickly, maybe I could erase the years.

But here’s what I now know to be true.

I couldn’t rush what took decades to form.
Identity is layered. Patterns are contextual. They don’t dissolve on demand.

You cannot override deep conditioning with urgency.
And you don’t need to fix yourself.

On my podcast - Stepping Off the Path, I’ve spoken to women who left careers, marriages, identities, dealt with severe illness, overcome addiction and none of them did it in 30 days.

It took years.
Years of questioning.
Years of sitting in discomfort.
Years of slowly trusting themselves again.

And they’re still evolving.

Heading toward 50 now, I feel something I never felt in my 30s or early 40s.

Excitement.

Not because everything is resolved.
Not because I’ve “arrived.”

But because I’ve stopped trying to outrun myself.

Real transformation happens in real time.

Real allowing.
Real grace.
Real integration.

Yes, there are boom moments. There will be many.

But the beauty of slow is this:

You get to sit with them.
Absorb them.
Let them become part of you.

Instead of chasing the next hit.
Instead of performing growth.
Instead of treating yourself like a project.

I’m not interested in speed anymore.

I’m interested in depth.

So I’ll leave you with this:

Can you wait?

Can you allow your life to unfold at the pace it actually requires?

And if you can’t,

I’m curious - what are you afraid it will mean about you?