09/08/2026
Apparently my Labor Day activity this year was questioning what the hell “labor” means when you’re a single mom AND a business owner.
I came into the holiday after a two-day wedding DJ bender, rolled straight into a family birthday dinner, and somewhere in there remembered that Labor Day is traditionally the day American workers are supposed to… not work.
Cute.
But seriously. What counts as labor?
Don’t open the laptop? Sure.
But what about the kids? The house? The bills? The schedules? The mental load? The relationships? The constant calculation of what needs your time, money, energy or attention next?
Somewhere between “just take the day off” and realizing I have absolutely no idea how to actually be OFF, I landed on a much bigger question:
Have I built a life that even allows for rest?
Because I think I’ve spent years trying to solve the problem by getting better at carrying everything.
Better systems. Better routines. Better time management. More income. More efficiency. More balance.
Maybe that’s the wrong damn goal.
Maybe I don't need to get better at carrying everything.
Maybe I need to build a life that requires me to carry less.
One where empty space doesn't automatically become available space.
Where rest isn't something I earn once everything is finished.
Where “nothing” is allowed to be the plan.
So here we are, the day after Labor Day, and instead of going back to business as usual, I’m sitting with this:
If you stopped trying to get better at balancing everything and started trying to make your life genuinely easier, what would you put down first?
Because I have a feeling a whole lot of us are carrying sh*t we never actually decided we needed to carry.