Dear Founder, I know how you feel. You started this venture with a spark, a vision, and an incredible drive to build. You poured yourself into every detail, wore every hat, and celebrated every small victory that felt monumental. Your business is a testament to your grit. It’s not just a company; it’s an extension of who you are, a living entity you’ve nurtured from the ground up. And now? Now, that very success is creating a quiet, constant hum of friction. The systems that

My mom died eight years ago. Usually, I feel the effects of grief after the anniversary, but this year, I experienced a long, slow intensification of sadness. Like the tide rising, the waves are getting choppy, leaving me scared and panicked. I don't like this feeling – sadness. When it shows up, I know it is time to reflect and identify what is going on, or in this case, what is missing. If I were not so uncomfortable in this wave of grief, I might not have noticed that I ha

I envy the writers who can let their piece be focused on one thing. Every time I sit down to write these days, I'm overwhelmed by how much I can't say in the space that I have to say it. I put so much pressure  on this one batch of words that I end up abandoning the writing altogether. I'm blocked by the inability to cover every single aspect of an idea in one go. Especially these days, when I have taken such a long hiatus from sharing the flow of consciousness in my brain. I

When my mom died, I lost more than her. I lost my sense of self. I lost my creativity. Everything I did was to accomplish something. No frills. No exploring. No creativity. Just did enough to survive the loss. Grief stripped me down to only what I could carry, and for a long time, that wasn’t much. Years later, I became a mother. And somehow, it felt familiar. The same disorientation. The same nights that stretched forever. The same ache in my chest. Losing a mother. Gaining

I’m spinning my wheels. Convincing myself that my story & my words are not needed in book form. It is time to stop overthinking it. This book isn’t about perfection—it’s about showing up and being real with myself. I don’t need to worry about sounding polished or like someone else’s idea of a “writer.” My story’s mine. It’s messy, full of hard-earned lessons, & if anyone else is going to get something from it, I have to be honest & just let it flow. I don’t have to start with

This time last year I was 48 hours away from announcing my resignation from my first and only full-time job. I was terrified. I had been...

I wrote these words to myself in December 2019. ⁣⁣ The full entry was this...⁣ ⁣ “I am grieving. 2019 was familiar to me. 2020 is all...