Perimenopausal Rage or Enlightenment?

Hey besties, Tori here — and welcome to Unchecked Baggage.

Let me just say: Anna and I are ridiculously glad you’re here. Over the past few weeks, we’ve had more than one “holy sh*t, we’re actually doing this” moments, because the truth is, we’ve been getting in our own damn way for way too long. And if we’re being honest? We suspect we’re not the only ones.

As women, we’re raised to be everything for everyone - caretakers, peacekeepers, human duct tape. We’re told to put everyone else first and never drop a ball. But here’s what that looked like for me: shoehorning myself into corporate jobs that didn’t fit, trying to play nice in zoom meetings that drained me, and slowly realizing that the older I got, the less “hireable” I seemed. To be honest, it’s probably me, and I sort of don’t care anymore.

Maybe it’s perimenopausal rage. Maybe it’s enlightenment. Either way, it’s led me here. And while I’m sure Anna will share more about her journey, I know that she has many of the same feelings.

Anywhooooo, I’m rambling. But here’s the heart of it: if you’re a woman of a certain age who’s spent too long sidelining your dreams, your voice, your joy — we see you. Women need other women, and that is exactly why we created Unchecked Baggage.

We’re just two women who finally said, “Screw it. Let’s do the damn thing.”
And guess what? So can you. Come rage with us, or be enlightened. Travelers choice.