One morning, I woke up and realized something strange:
I had completely forgotten to have sex.
Not avoided. Not suppressed.
Forgotten.
Seven months had passed. No intimacy. No longing. No curiosity. No room in my brain.
Because I wasn’t living—I was surviving.
Two businesses. Two sons. Too many to-do lists.
And somewhere in that blur, I lost sight of me.
I wasn’t falling out of love with my life. I loved it.
I just couldn’t feel it anymore.
I wasn’t reflecting. I was enduring.
Not growing—just grinding.
The Book That Stopped Me Cold
Then I read Rachel Rodgers’ book.
One chapter in particular? It knocked the wind out of me.
She described hiring a “mommy’s helper”—not as a luxury, but as a new standard.
A life where moms don’t have to do it all to have it all.
And for the first time in months, I felt it again: desire.
Not just sexual, but personal. Creative. Spiritual. Structural.
I wanted a new normal. I wanted to be cared for.
And that’s when the guilt set in.
Could I really ask for help? Did I even deserve that kind of support?
It took me weeks to take action.
But eventually, I posted the position.
That’s how Mrs. Heart came into my life.
Learning How to Be Cared For
When she first started, I didn’t know how to receive her care.
She’d ask, “Can I fix your plate?” I’d always say no.
Even if I was starving. I waited until she left before I ate.
The idea of sitting down while someone else cleaned felt… wrong.
But slowly, something shifted. I began to let go.
Because Mrs. Heart wasn’t just tidying my home—she was resetting its energy.
She brought softness into spaces that had only known urgency.
She’d leave fresh flowers in the kitchen. Add my favorite salt-and-vinegar chips to the grocery list.
One week, she found a new way to make my tea. Another, she surprised me with a scent I loved.
These weren’t chores. They were gestures. Tiny reminders that I mattered.
Not as a mom. Not as a CEO.
But as a woman.
The Energy Shift: From Survival to Softness
My days used to feel like emotional whiplash.
One minute, I’m in a heated business call. The next, I’m soothing a tantrum. The next, coaching a client through their own crisis. No transition. No breath. No center.
But when Mrs. Heart walks in, the whole house exhales.
And with her presence, something radical happens:
I remember me.
She’s not here for the kids. She’s not even here for the household.
She’s here for me. And that alone changes everything.
The Luxury of Wanting Again
No one tells you this part:
When you finally have room to breathe, you start to want again.
Want joy. Want creativity. Want your body back. Want your life back.
Before Mrs. Heart, I didn’t have time to want anything beyond survival.
Now? I want softness. I want structure. I want seduction.
And most of all—I want my self.
This Isn’t Just About Me
Let me be clear:
My sons now get a happier, softer, more present mother.
My clients get a more grounded, more strategic leader.
My home? It feels like a sanctuary—not a second job.
All because I gave myself permission to be supported.
Not rescued. Not spoiled.
Supported.
If You’re Feeling What I Felt…
If you’ve ever lain in bed with your brain racing—feeling like you forgot something, someone, and realizing it might be you…
If you’re tired of the endless loop of guilt, exhaustion, and pretending…
Then I want you to know this:
You don’t have to do it all to have it all.
You are allowed to be supported.
You are allowed to need.
You are allowed to want.
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Because the truth is:
You’re not asking for too much.
You’ve just been doing too much alone.
Let’s change that.
Closing Note
You deserve the tea.
You deserve the flowers.
You deserve the time.
You deserve the touch.
You deserve a home that holds you.
Let this be your wake-up call—not to do more, but to receive more.
And maybe even… want again.