The Quiet Rebellion of Doing Whatever the Heck I Want

Lately, I’ve been doing a whole lot more of whatever the heck I want. And I like it. Not out of anger. Not in a midlife crisis kind of way. But in a soul finally exhaling kind of way. You spend your childhood being told what to do, how to act, when to speak, and who to become. And even when you fight back—when you rebel—it’s still inside the box they built for you. It’s not real freedom. It’s resistance inside a structure. Then adulthood hits. And most of us—especially women, especially moms—don’t just fall into the role of caretaker… we disappear into it. We do what’s best for the kids. For the spouse. For the family unit. We put our own needs and wants on the back burner, not because we don’t matter, but because we’ve been conditioned to believe everyone else matters more. First. And if you’re neurodivergent like me, it’s even harder. We grow up overthinking everything. Reading the room. Masking. Trying to be palatable. Likable. Safe. We people-please unt...