About a month ago, I went on the most epic trip to Japan with my daughter to see Taylor Swift. It was a trip of a lifetime for the two of us and I’m so glad we did it. I’m a huge Swiftie (as is my daughter) and this only served to cement it even further for us. 

But after I left the concert, I thought about what Taylor’s life must be like. And not in a fanciful, great vacations, private jets, and huge influence sorta way. But in a way that made me be like, “Will it ever calm down?” (See what I did there?)

It got me thinking about how life must hardly ever be calm for her. There’s her crazy hectic schedule. And the fact that she flew back across the globe to be at the Super Bowl (if you’re gonna be all negative about their relationship, just stop. Let them be cute and in love). And then flew back AGAIN to do more shows in Asia. 

And days before that she was at the Grammys.

Where she announced another album dropping…that she recorded while she was on freaking tour! Oh, and having a very public romance.

That’s a LOT.

I read last year that she can’t sleep after her shows. No kidding! (here's a great post from Dr. Heather Rhodes breaking down the probable hormonal cause for Taylor’s sleep habits).

This is not a fan girl post about Taylor Swift or a breakdown of her love life, though I know that’s what you usually expect from me (for very good reason. She is a BOSS). It’s really about a greater question: why do female superstars have to work so hard to stay relevant—and do they have a role to play in their own over-functioning? 

Just think about Beyoncé’s 27-song Cowboy Carter album, her longest LP ever. And her “16 Carriages” lyrics:

It's been thirty-eight summers and I'm not in my bed

On the back of the bus and a bunk with the band

Goin' so hard, now I miss my kids

Overworked and overwhelmed

I might cook, clean, but still won't fold

Or Taylor’s line on “I Can Do it With a Broken Heart”:

“I cry a lot but I am so productive, it's an art”

Or how about Lorde’s album announcement in 2021:

“There’s someone I want you to meet,” she wrote in a letter announcing her third album in Teen Vogue explaining her aesthetic transition from brooding and angsty to light and airy. “Her feet are bare at all times. She’s sexy, playful, feral, and free. She’s a modern girl in a deadstock bikini, in touch with her past and her future, vibrating at the highest level when summer comes around. Her skin is glowing, her lovers are many. I’m completely obsessed with her, and soon you will be too.”

I understand that they love what they do. I totally get that.

I adore being a doctor. But I also see when it’s time to draw lines in the sand with boundaries around my career. I’ve even pivoted from private practice recently because it made the most sense for me and my family.

When is enough, enough? When can you say that you’re proud of yourself and what you’ve done? When can you say that you’ve made it? What’s the reward—just more work?

Look across the industry–men simply aren’t doing this. Patrick Mahomes, Justin Timberlake, Brad Pitt. They aren’t constantly creating. They might be working, but not always in the same “must be doing, must be creating in order to stay relevant” phase we see women putting themselves in.

I can already hear you, “Yeah, well those men don’t have to, because society elevates their contributions above women.” And I fully agree with you. Female celebrities live under the curse of generations of gendered expectations and inequities. If they want to be treated like “The Man,” they have to work harder than any of their male counterparts. 

But I can’t help but wonder if all the constant reinventing, producing, and overworking we see female celebrities lean into doesn’t actually work against them–and us. When you build a career on reinvention, doesn’t that mean that you have to keep on reinventing yourself to keep advancing? In fact, the critics’ response to Swift’s The Tortured Poets Department, were pointed about how her relationship with long-time collaborator Jack Antonoff had become “comfortable” and risked “ going stale” because many of her songs sounded too similar to previous work they’d done together, in the critic’s opinion. 

How much is enough? How hard exactly do these celebrities have to work? How much joy and rest do they have to sacrifice? When are they enough?

And when you overwork constantly to keep up, doesn’t that teach the young girls that come after you that they also have to sacrifice their wellness by subscribing to over-functioning (and what, in all other circumstances, would be seen as workaholism)? 

I’m under no false pretenses that famous celebrities will change their work-life habits based on my opinion of their MOs, and they don’t have to. But let’s not pretend that working and working and working to handle our emotions or to combat inequities is normal or healthy. And let’s decide that here, in our not-so-famous lives, we want better for ourselves—that we want lives that don’t exhaust us or that we have to keep up with. That we’re okay and enough, no matter how much we make or do.

I just want women, billionaires or not, to hear and understand that our worth does not come from what we create. From what we do. It comes from who we are and the mere fact that we are humans (if you want more on this, check out my new book, Doing it All).

You’re uniquely you and that’s your magical super power. Not the 100 cases you closed in a year. Or the new client that you landed. Or the sold out shows that you’ve performed all across the world.

And if I can teach that to my daughters, then I’m living in my superstar power.