I almost didn’t write this month

June 19th, 2026

Dearest graceful ager.

Confession: I almost didn't write this month

I almost skipped this month’s confession. Not on purpose and not because I didn't have anything to say, but because the 15th came and went before I realized it. Actually, the realization hit me while I was in the treatment room working on a client.

One minute I was focused on skin, treatments, and helping someone feel their best. The next minute I thought, "Wait it's the 15th. The confession was supposed to go out this morning!"

Normally, I have these written ahead of time and when I finish one, I'm already thinking about the next. I have ideas saved, notes scribbled down and a plan. But this month looked a little different.

Between clients, projects, family, and life in general, I found myself feeling stretched a little thinner than usual and somewhere along the way, the calendar quietly turned to the 15th.

My first thought was, "I should have been more organized." My second thought was, "Maybe this is exactly what I should write about."

As women, especially those of us who spend our days caring for others, we’re often the first to recognize when someone else needs a break, but we're not always as good at recognizing it in ourselves.

The truth is, sometimes self-care isnt another facial, another workout, another supplement, or another item added to the to-do list.

Sometimes self-care looks like stepping back.

Sometimes it looks like giving yourself permission to pause and sometimes it means acknowledging that our energy is finite and choosing where it needs to go most.

This month, that's what I needed.

The funny thing is that I spend my days talking about healthy aging, skin health, stress management, and creating space for ourselves. Yet even I occasionally need the reminder that the advice I give my clients applies to me, too and trust me when I tell you that my body will absolutely let me know when that time comes.

So this months confession is simple: I got behind.

The deadline snuck up on me. However, instead of beating myself up about it, (which is what the old me would have done) I chose to give myself a little grace.

I am learning, especially in perimenopause that aging gracefully isn't about doing everything perfectly. Its about learning when to push forward and when to rest and it's about understanding that taking care of ourselves isn't selfish, it's necessary.

So, my dearest graceful agers, If you've been feeling stretched thin lately, consider this your permission slip to let something wait until tomorrow. It's your reminder to give yourself grace.

The world will keep spinning, but if you listen to your body, youll likely show up better because of it

I love you all!

Until the next confession,

Lisa