I’ve had a sister all my life. One house, two girls, three hundred silent wars over borrowed clothes and emotional space. We fought over the front seat, lipstick shades, the right to grieve differently. But we also fought for each other—quietly, clumsily. I knew she’d burn the world if anyone hurt me, but she’d still take the bigger slice of cake when no one was watching. That’s the kind of love I grew up with. Familiar, flawed, loyal. So it threw me when adulthood demanded a different kind of sisterhood. One not built into the family tree, …
We’re Not Juggling—We’re Building a Damn Circus
People love saying women are great at multitasking. As if we’re circus performers keeping a dozen balls in the air while smiling for applause. But I don’t think that’s what we’re doing. We’re not just juggling. We’re strategizing with a toddler on one hip. We’re giving feedback while remembering the milk is about to expire. We’re managing egos in boardrooms and bedtime stories at home. We’re leading—with empathy, without apology. And doing it all while resisting the pressure to smile too much or too little. We don’t juggle. We build …
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The Bold Type Isn’t Just a TV Show. It’s a Manual for Women Who Are Done Shrinking.
Behind the polished wardrobe and photo-ready friendships, The Bold Type cracks open the real mess of modern womanhood—and teaches you how to keep showing up for yourself, even when you don’t know what you’re doing. Three women. One closet. A thousand ways to say: I’ve got you. “If you’re not scared, you’re not growing.”— Jacqueline Carlyle I didn’t expect a show about a fashion magazine to help me navigate a breakup or confront medical anxiety—but it did. The Bold Type starts out feeling like a millennial Pinterest board …
I Didn’t Trek to Heal. I Trekked Because I Was Done Disappearing.
Some mornings, I’d wake up and sit on the edge of the bed, toothbrush in hand, wondering if I had it in me to pretend I was fine again. The pretending was heavier than the silence. It didn’t look like a breakdown. I still showed up. Smiled when expected. Hit deadlines. But under the surface, it felt like something essential had slipped through a crack and I didn’t know how to ask for it back. So I started walking. First out of habit. Then out of restlessness. And then—without knowing why—I signed up for a trek that scared me. Not …
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Work-Life Balance Is a Myth. Build a Rhythm Instead.
We don’t need better schedules. We need better systems. Work-life balance sounds reasonable—like a goal any responsible adult should aim for. A neat line down the middle, separating the “work” you do for a paycheck from the “life” you live for meaning. It’s tidy. Logical. Easy to say on a webinar panel. But in practice? It’s fiction. Your life doesn’t divide neatly into blocks. A sick child doesn’t care about your strategy meeting. Your deadlines don’t pause because your body needs rest. You can set your Slack to “Do Not Disturb,” but …
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The Balance Between Boundaries and Openness
Every relationship has an operating system—spoken or unspoken. Some people move through the world expecting others to adapt to their rhythms.Others over-adapt, constantly shape-shifting to avoid tension. I used to fall into the second category. I wanted people to like me, understand me, get me without explanation. When they didn’t, I felt slighted. Misunderstood. Invisible. Eventually, I realized my emotional state was being dictated by everyone except me. That’s when I started writing a mental manual. Not for others, but for …
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If They’re Going to Forget Me, I Might as Well Remember Myself
One day, someone will skim through my life in a 300-word obituary, awkwardly mispronounce something at my funeral, and quietly wonder if the samosas were too oily. A few people will show up out of obligation. Some won’t make it because their dog got sick or a client meeting ran late. The people I loved will huddle around, say nice things, maybe even cry a little. And then they’ll go back to work, to errands, to Netflix. Not after months. Not even weeks. Sooner than I’d like to admit. That used to sting. Now, it feels strangely …
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Success Is Just Reps
Most people don’t lose because they’re wrong.They lose because they’re vague. They don’t name what they want.They don’t commit to the volume required.They burn out trying to impress instead of outlasting. Clarity cuts through noise. It saves time, protects energy, and eliminates guesswork. Once you decide what matters, effort becomes directional. Every rep stacks. Every failure teaches. Every hour compounds. The rest is math. Volume makes you undeniable.Not overnight. Not in ten tries. But eventually—always. You get sharper …