Observations, lessons, random thoughts, things you’ve been thinking about.
I used to think success would announce itself. Not with a trumpet, necessarily, because even in my most dramatic seasons I like to believe I had some grip on reality. But I did think it would feel obvious. Like one day I would reach some invisible checkpoint and finally exhale in a way that made…
I used to think falling apart would look more dramatic. I thought there would be some obvious before and after. A version of me standing in the middle of my life with smoke around me, fully aware that everything had changed. Instead, it was quieter than that. It was waking up tired after sleeping. It…
Nobody tells you that turning 30 can feel less like entering a new decade and more like standing in the middle of your life holding a half-packed box, wondering if you forgot something important. At least, that is how it has felt to me. When I was younger, I thought 30 would arrive with some…
My toxic trait is believing I am one good planner away from becoming an entirely different woman. Not improved. Not slightly more organized. Different… The kind of woman who knows what she is making for dinner before 5:47 p.m. The kind who remembers appointments without relying on a reminder, a second reminder, and the faint…
The internet has decided that the only thing standing between me and becoming the most emotionally regulated, financially stable, hydrated, glowing version of myself is waking up at 5 a.m. and doing seventeen deeply intentional things before the sun comes up. Apparently, I have been wasting my mornings by simply waking up, blinking at the…