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Four Weeks of Finding the Woman I Keep Misplacing

I started this four-week reset with the confidence of someone who has survived real storms. I’ve handled complicated situations, built myself up more than once, and stayed steady in moments when steady felt impossible. Those are the parts of me I’m proud of—the strength that shows up when life gets loud. But put me in a quiet room with my own habits and suddenly I’m slipping through my own fingers. It’s almost funny how a woman who can manage big battles can get undone by the small rhythms of her own day. The first morning looked …

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When You Realize You’ve Been Walking Out on Your Own Life

There’s a quiet moment in adulthood when you finally see the pattern you’ve been repeating for years—so familiar you stopped noticing it. That moment arrived for me not in a crisis or a breakdown, but in something much smaller: the way I postponed a simple morning, the way I delayed a call I could have handled, the way I let an entire day slide because I wasn’t ready to feel uncomfortable. It wasn’t laziness. It was a habit that had learned to disguise itself as self-soothing. I’ve always been good at imagining the life I want. Sometimes …

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Why Bouncing Back Fast Beats Being Perfect

I stared at my running app, twelve minutes flashing on the screen for the entire week. The number was small, but the weight it carried in my mind felt massive. My legs felt fine, steady and ready. It wasn’t the run that wore me down—it was the story I kept telling myself about not being good enough. The mind, it seems, runs marathons of doubt long after the body is done. A few days later, my calendar betrayed me. A missed client call left five people waiting, stuck in a virtual waiting room while I scrambled to fix the mess. Usually, that …

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The Planning Trap: Why Your Best Intentions Are Your Worst Enemy

The cursor blinks at me from a blank document as I sit in my kitchen at 11 PM on a Sunday, sketching out another weekly plan while avoiding the actual work sitting in a pile beside my computer. I've mapped out my mornings, blocked time for that project I keep postponing, and written down the same three priorities I've been writing down for weeks. The irony hits me as I realize I've spent an hour planning to be productive while avoiding the thing that actually needs doing. This moment becomes the turning point where I finally understand what …

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Everyone’s Lying About Endurance

What Mountains Actually Taught Me My first mountain climb almost killed me, and that's when I learned everything I thought about getting stronger was wrong. November 27, 2023, I was breathing so hard halfway up a mountain that I thought my lungs might explode. Other people walked past me like they were taking a Sunday stroll. They looked so slow, but they never stopped moving. I kept having to sit on rocks and gasp for air every few minutes. The realization came slowly: I was doing this completely backwards. I thought getting better at …

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When Everything Falls Apart, Keep Moving

The fifteenth rejection email showed up while I was eating cereal straight from the box at 2 PM. Three months into my switch from design to recruiting, and I'd basically become a professional disappointment collector. I remember staring at that email for way too long. Not because it said anything particularly brutal—just the usual "we've decided to go with someone else" fluff. But something shifted in me that day. Maybe I was too tired to care anymore, or maybe I'd finally hit that weird place where rock bottom starts feeling solid under …

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The Weight of What We Don’t Need

The peanut butter sandwich that changed everything was objectively terrible—stale bread, cement-thick filling—but I was sitting at 4,247 feet with steam rising from my socks when the math finally added up: thirty-eight years of carrying weight that was never mine to begin with. The sandwich was terrible—stale bread, cement-like peanut butter—but I was sitting on this waterlogged piece of wood with steam rising off my socks, and I felt lighter than I had in years. My feet were destroyed, my shoulders ached from carrying twelve pounds that …

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What the Mountains Taught Me About Being Truly Alive

There’s a point on every tough climb when your body screams, your lungs burn, and your legs threaten mutiny. It’s not the kind of moment that feels triumphant or Instagram-worthy. Usually, it’s ugly, sweaty, and close to the edge of giving up. Yet, oddly enough, that is the moment I feel most alive. Not on the summit or in the stunning views, but right there, lost in the gritty struggle of putting one foot in front of the other. It took me years and several treks to realize that being alive isn’t about skipping pain or chasing …

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