The paradoxical superpower every woman possesses

The feminine has always been a force of change — but most women don’t know how to use it.

We women change — a lot. Our bodies change from menarche, through our child-bearing years, through menopause, and into cronehood.

During our fertile years we cycle every month through the lunar phases. We’re often accused of having multiple personalities — shifting from being cranky or fiery before our bleed, to being flat-lined during it, to being sassy and radiant again when ovulation rolls in.

We change a lot.

Within a single day we may move through twenty different emotional states — while, let’s be honest, a man doesn’t. His hormonal cycle is roughly twenty-four hours and fairly consistent. His body doesn’t change much once he enters puberty, and he often stays in child-making power well into his seventies and eighties. Biologically, he is more or less the same. Biologically, we are constant (and sometimes dramatic) change.

Why bring this up?

Because embedded in this is one of our greatest superpowers: change. Life is change. Change is life. The two are inseparable. And wherever we show up, change tends to happen — whether we intend it or not.

The less pleasant expression of that power often looks like nagging, criticizing, micromanaging, and complaining — especially toward the men in our lives. Most men dread a woman’s nagging. We are famous for it. And there must be a reason for that fame, because men across cultures tend to agree on that point.

But here’s what we don’t realize — and what men also don’t realize:

When we shift into a healthy, empowered, embodied feminine energy, change begins to happen on a totally different level and in a totally different way. Without agenda. Without criticism. Without pressure. We become a vortex for positive transformation — of ourselves and of those around us — simply by sitting in the magnetic field of our feminine essence.

And then something astonishing happens: a man no longer feels annoyed by the demand to change for his woman. Instead, he feels compelled and inspired to rise into a higher, more coherent version of himself.

I am not exaggerating. This is real.

And here is the best part: men love this in women. They love it as much as they hate the nagging, complaining, and pressure we often default to.

I see it as the dark and light expression of the same potential within us. And if we have even the slightest curiosity or desire to return to our feminine essence, the shifts around us will both astound and delight us.

It is also a remarkably reliable way to turn a man into a King — not a frog.