09/06/2026
I was raised to be optimistic.
Always look on the bright side.
Be tough and carry on, no matter what.
To be hurt was weakness. To break was a lack of faith.
But things have a habit of building up.
And the habit of bottling everything does damage.
At the very least, we lose ourselves.
I was lost. Not in a spiritual way, but in a calling way.
I could no longer hear my own voice.
So in 2021, I took off the mask.
I pressed the reset button.
I found calm. I found peace.
I gave myself permission to do the little things.
Learn to bake. Keep my plants alive.
Write the book I wish I'd had when I was struggling
with my finances.
So let me leave you with this:
If life ever gets too much β
permit yourself to hit that reset button.
What's one little thing you'd love to start, just for you?