The Flintstone Car Theory: Why Consistency Feels So Hard in Midlife

Some days, chasing goals feels like driving a Flintstone car—powered by my own two feet, but going nowhere fast.

I’ve always told my kids: if there’s one word that makes or breaks life, it’s consistency.

Want success? Take micro steps daily.

Want fitness? Thirty minutes a day beats a two-hour slog once a week.

Want regret? Consistently procrastinate, and watch the days slip away.

I’ve preached this to them.

Yet here I am—over a year into building this platform for fabulous women who aren’t done yet—with only a handful of blogs.

Twice a week, I “restart” and carve out time for me—remember her?

Not the roles, but the me inside who still wants to create something beautiful (yes, I know my children are beautiful, but besides them) before this trip called life is done.

I’m not eighty, but I know I’m not twenty either—and it’s time to be consistently imperfect, yet present.

So, how do we do that?

How do we follow the sparks that make us run - not walk - toward our passions and ideas, when responsibility keeps our feet wrapped tightly in cement?

Let's see what's trending - the 5 a.m. club? (Eye roll!)

With menopausal insomnia, I’m barely falling asleep by then!

Another gorgeous Pinterest inspired journal to plan every hour - magically finding those four missing minutes each day?

I have three—found no extra time—and now have a hand cramp.

Nope.

So, what is the real answer to the question—

Why is consistency so hard during midlife?

Because we are no longer building a life…we are maintaining one, holding it together, and trying to grow something new at the same time.

Because we give our best energy to everyone else first.

Because by the time we get to ourselves, we’re tired… but still hopeful.

And maybe most of all—

Because this version of us isn’t willing to settle anymore.

As overwhelming as it can all seem, don't lose hope. I have come to a pretty beautiful conclusion.

What moves this Flintstone car is far simpler than I ever imagined.

It is not the perfect location, the perfect props, or the perfectly planned day. What moves this car... is you — women like you.

I am 53 this year, and I’ve stayed fit for over twenty-five years.

Why? It is definitely not because I wake up every morning thinking, “I cannot wait to do some squats today."

No… it’s because I show up for my trainer (thanks, TJ).

Because I said I would.

Because she’s there waiting.

Because someone else is counting on me.

And if I’m being honest—we are really, really good at that part.

We show up for everyone else.

Every time.

No questions asked.

So why not for each other?

Let's be real. We’re not Thelma and Louise (no cliffs, please!), but maybe we could be Wilma and Betty—working these steps together, pushing the Flintstone car along.

Let’s lace up those prehistoric sneakers, hold each other accountable, and remember—the best journeys aren’t smooth, but they’re more fun with friends pushing the car.

Your Turn 🤍

What’s one thing you’re going to prioritize about YOU this week?

Write it down.

Share it with a friend.

Be accountable to your dreams.

Be accountable to each other.

Or let us know in the comments.

We’re in this together.