11/20/2025
Somewhere in the middle of keeping everyone alive,
answering a thousand messages,
being the emotional support animal of the entire household,
and remembering 98 percent of the things no one else thinks about…
your sparkle dimmed a little.
Not because you lost it.
Not because it disappeared.
But because life happened.
Life piled on, actually.
And listen — I will tell you the truth:
So many women tell me they feel…
flat.
numb.
tired in their bones.
a little “I do not give a f%” about anything anymore
(except maybe silence, a nap, and a clean kitchen!!).
They are not broken.
They are not failing.
They are simply exhausted.
Like capital-E Exhausted.
And I know — when you are in that place,
the idea of “sparkle” can feel… well…
a bit ridiculous.
Like, “Robyn, I am just trying to get through the day without biting someone’s head off. Sparkle feels like a different lifetime.”
I get that.
Truly.
This chapter is A LOT.
But here is the little truth I want to slide across the table to you today:
Your sparkle is not gone — it is buried.
Under responsibility.
Under fatigue.
Under hormones.
Under years of putting yourself last.
You deserve more than “getting through.”
You deserve joy again.
Little flickers of magic.
Tiny ah-hahs.
Moments that make you go, “Oh… there I am.”
The woman underneath the noise.
And if you cannot imagine that version of yourself right now —
if she feels too far away,
if you cannot picture her smile or her energy or her light —
I will imagine her for you.
Until you can feel her again.
Until she is not a stranger, but a familiar warmth.
Because your sparkle matters.
Your joy matters.
Your magic matters.
And no matter how far away it feels —
I promise you, with my whole heart,
it is not gone.
It is waiting.
And we will find it.
Piece by piece.
Step by step.
Breath by breath.
Together. 💖✨