Coherence, the kind the world demands, is a masculine inheritance. It comes from a tradition that values single-mindedness, linear progression, the clean arc of a life that builds toward one thing. But it has never been the shape of a woman’s life. Our lives spiral. They cycle. They hold multiple truths simultaneously because our bodies hold multiple states simultaneously. We bleed and we create. We rest and we grow. We release and we receive. Every month, our bodies practise the paradox.