Another election season has come and gone, and once again, we’ve shown up. We’ve organized, we’ve advocated, we’ve voted, and we’ve lifted up entire communities. We’ve done all of this, even when it feels like the weight of the world is constantly on our shoulders. But right now, I want to say this, loud and clear: you’ve done enough, sis. We’ve tried. We’re tired. It’s time to rest.
For generations, we’ve poured every ounce of our energy into saving others—our families, friends, communities, sometimes even strangers. We’ve been the glue, the backbone, the safety net, holding it down while carrying burdens no one even sees. And while that resilience is something to be proud of, it’s also exhausting. It’s draining, it’s heavy, and it’s time to start protecting our peace and putting ourselves first.
The next few years? They’re about us. They’re about pouring into ourselves, investing in the things that truly uplift us. And no, I don’t just mean a bubble bath or a spa day, though you absolutely deserve those, too. I mean the deep, soul-nourishing kind of care: therapy, time alone, going to church, surrounding ourselves with people who pour back into us, and saying “no” unapologetically when our mental health needs it.
We’re powerful beyond measure, and it’s not our responsibility to prove that power to anyone who isn’t ready to see it. Our energy, our light, our voices—they’re ours to preserve and to protect. This isn’t about dimming our light; it’s about recharging it, about guarding it fiercely so we don’t burn out. Let’s only use our energy where it truly matters. This is the time to prioritize our own well-being unapologetically.
And to my fellow Black women talking about the “soft girl era” and sharing those “soft life” memes? It’s time to actually live it. It’s time to allow others to pour into us the way we’ve been pouring out for so long. Let’s reclaim our time, our crown, and our peace, and let’s do it proudly. Don’t feel obligated to take on everything. The legacy of our grandmothers, mothers, and aunts is something to honor, but it doesn’t mean we have to repeat their exhaustion. They wanted more peace, too—so let’s rest for them. Let’s rest for us.
You’re allowed to take up space for yourself. You’re allowed to set boundaries, to say no, and to choose joy and restoration. Remember, we’re going to be alright, sis. We’re resilient, but we’re also worthy of rest. Love yourself fiercely. Protect your peace. This is our season to relax, recharge, and step into a softer life.
I see you, I honor you, and I’m resting right alongside you. Love you, Black woman—now let’s take care of us. 🖤✨
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