As women, we’re not only told that we can do it all, but that we should do it all. We became mothers, partners, business owners, volunteers, and community builders. We became the ride to practice, the meal-preparer, the launderer, the field trip chaperone, the emotional compass. We show up for team fundraising, drive to out-of-town tournaments, suddenly find ourselves googling karate terms so we can cheer like we know what we’re talking about, and still try to answer emails between it all.
I’m a mother of two tweens, and while some parts of parenting have become easier with age, the truth is that each stage brings a new learning curve. Just when you feel like you’ve figured out one phase, it ends, and the next one begins. Their needs shift. Their emotions deepen. Their independence grows. Yet somehow, your job becomes even more hands-on. Their lives get fuller, and yours does too, but mostly with their stuff. Your time gets filled with coordinating schedules, nurturing friendships, managing conflicts, and trying to keep your own world running behind the scenes.
As women, we’re taught to give. To show up. To hold space for everyone else. We multitask and manage. We carry the emotional weight of our households while juggling the never-ending responsibilities of our work. And when you’re a business owner, the line between work and life fades completely. There are no off hours. My mind is constantly occupied with deadlines, guiding staff, making decisions, and supporting clients.
The work doesn’t stop because your child is sick, the laundry is piled up, or your brain is tired. You just keep going. By the end of the day, there is often nothing left. But giving everything to everyone, all the time, is not sustainable. Eventually, something gives. And far too often, that something is us.
That’s why I float.
Floating gives me a kind of healing I haven’t found anywhere else. Just 75 minutes of silence, weightlessness, and stillness in a float tank. No noise. No demands. No decisions. No emails, dishes, laundry, video calls, or to-do lists. In that space, something incredible happens: I reconnect with myself.
Floating is not just resting. It is restoration. It’s a return to my body, my breath, my thoughts, my spirit. When I’m in the tank, the world falls away, and the expectations fall with it. The stillness softens everything, and for the first time in days, or sometimes weeks, I hear my own voice again.
When I was in the thick of early motherhood, juggling an infant, a toddler, and the beginnings of a business, I floated weekly just to stay afloat. Now, with older children and a little more space in my life, a single monthly float is enough to sustain me. But the need is still there.
Society often treats self-care as something extra. Something indulgent. But I’ve learned the hard way that it’s not. It’s vital. Floating helps me reset, recharge, and restore the clarity and energy I need to keep going, without losing myself in the process.
Today, as an official float ambassador for The Floatation Centre, I can say with complete honesty that floating is how I come home to myself. It’s the place where I remember who I am underneath the layers of roles and responsibilities. It’s how I refill my cup so I can keep showing up for the people and work I care about, without running on empty. If you’re feeling stretched thin, if you’re tired of being last on your own list, I encourage you to try floating. It might be the most generous and grounding thing you do for yourself this month.
