Chiiiile, Please!

It’s Not Too Late. You’re Not Too Much.

Let’s tell the truth and pour some tea while we’re at it.

Somewhere between societal timelines and unsolicited auntie opinions, we were taught that a woman’s worth was on a clock. That if you didn’t secure the ring, birth the babies, or build the empire by 30—or maybe 35—you were already too late. And if you dared to still be unpacking trauma, discovering joy, or redefining your path after 40? Chiiiile, the world acts like your healing should’ve expired with your warranty.

But here’s the truth: you are not too late for anything that’s still calling your name.

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You are not too old to reinvent your career, start therapy, fall in love (again or for the first time), or finally take that writing class you abandoned when life got loud. You are not too seasoned to dream new dreams. You are not too weathered to start healing from wounds that got buried under years of pretending to be okay. The myth that time disqualifies you is not only cruel—it’s inaccurate. The women we become at 35, 45, even 55 are often the most rooted, radiant versions of ourselves. Not because we have it all figured out, but because we’ve finally stopped asking for permission to live.

Let’s also clear the air on something else: you are not too much.
Not too emotional. Not too driven. Not too spiritual. Not too still. Not too loud. The truth is, many of us have had to water ourselves down just to be tolerated. But your depth is divine. Your voice is valid. The parts of you that were once deemed excessive are often the exact ingredients for your elevation. Take up space without apology. Your fullness is not a flaw—it’s your framework.

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So, here’s your gentle invitation this week: reframe the shame. When the voice in your head whispers, “I should’ve done this by now,” respond with, “I’m ready to do it now, and that’s enough.” When doubt rises, anchor yourself with evidence—look at how far you’ve come. Look at how much wisdom you’ve gained. Reflect tonight with honesty and reverence. Journal on this:
What have I been postponing out of fear that it’s too late? And what would shift if I chose to believe I’m right on time?

Because you are.
You are not a rerun—you’re a renaissance.
You are not a late bloomer—you are an intentional blossom.
And your journey, as winding as it may be, is still sacred.

You are not too late.
You are not too much.
You are right on time—for your truth, your healing, your peace, your becoming.

Let the world rush.
Let them underestimate you.
Let them whisper.

You?
Keep glowing. Keep growing. Keep going.

With bold truth and tender joy,
Coach G
@ProvokeChange
Chiiiile Please Blog

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