The Summer of 35

Diplomacy in a New Season This season, I’m learning to be more diplomatic—with family, friends, and even a few foes. There's something deeply empowering about addressing matters calmly while still remaining true to yourself. It's a new skill I’m embracing, and it’s teaching me more about who I am and who I want to become.  Younger Me Didn’t Know How In my younger years, expressing my emotions or confronting people felt almost impossible. I would cry or completely shut down when situations got too hostile or emotionally charged. I often lost the ability to express my thoughts clearly or stand by my feelings. I wanted to be heard, but I didn’t have the language or courage yet.  Coping Through Silence or Conflict Over time, I tried different methods of coping. Sometimes I’d say nothing at all—just ignore the person or the issue. Other times, I’d find myself arguing or pushing back in ways that weren’t productive. (Let’s be honest—yes, I’ve even fought with people before. La...

— Good Friday Reflections on Spiritual Growth and Personal Belief Good Friday is upon us—a day that has historically symbolized sacrifice, redemption, and deep introspection. Growing up, this day often came with tradition: going to church, dressing respectfully, sitting through solemn sermons, and quietly reflecting on the weight of the crucifixion. But this year, something within me feels different. I’m not just reflecting on Christ’s sacrifice; I’m reflecting on my own evolution—my spiritual journey, my changing values, and the way I experience God now. There’s a quiet, profound appreciation for the path I’ve walked to get here. Life has not always been easy. My faith has been tested repeatedly. I’ve wrestled with questions that don’t have neat answers, with pain that didn’t come with instant healing, and with silence from God that felt louder than any noise. Yet, in all of that, something remained—this persistent knowing that I am seen, I am loved, and I am called to something gr...

The Test of Discipline I’m falling in love with the choices I’m making this season. They’re not always easy, but they’re shaping me. The test of my discipline and commitment —to my company, my goals, and even my hobbies—is officially underway. Right now, I’m a B student —but best believe, by the end of this year? That’s changing. Because the life I want demands I pull up to it fully and show up boldly. No hiding, no cutting corners. Answering the Call The leadership, sacrifice, and transformation required to truly grow is immense. It stretches you in ways you didn’t think were possible. But in the stretch, I can feel the becoming. I see her—the woman I’m becoming. I see her in the small decisions. I see her blooming like a seed that was buried, watered, and is now pushing through the soil toward sunlight. Through the tiny cracks of this journey, I glimpse expansion, more, better. Born to Wander, Destined to Lead I’ve always had a little vagabond in me—a soul that doesn’t se...

A Heart Full of Gratitude This week, my heart is overflowing with gratitude —not just for the things that have worked out, but for the lessons, the struggles, and the persistence it has taken to get here. I’m amazed at God’s willingness to take my dreams, doubts, and anxiety about the future and still use me as a bridge to something greater. I’ve had so many chances to give up, to quit before I even saw the fruits of my labor. But something in me refused to let go. I didn’t sprint to success—I ran when I could and walked when I had to. And honestly? Some days, I just crawled. But I kept going. The Battle Against Self-Doubt I won’t lie— doubt has been loud . I’ve often questioned myself, especially in spaces where I don’t feel like I belong. Creativity has always felt natural to me , but when it comes to business and the admin that comes with it? Whew, let’s just say I’m not quite there yet. The learning curve has been steep, exhausting, and often discouraging . But here’s ...

One of the most precious gifts you can give yourself in your building season is to embrace the process —fully, unapologetically, and with an open heart. No matter what your mind or body tells you—whether it’s exhaustion, doubt, or excitement—allowing yourself to feel it all is an act of liberation. The pain, the joy, the uncertainty, the little wins—each of these moments shapes you, refines you, and strengthens your foundation. There is no shortcut to greatness. There is no skipping the necessary discomfort that comes with growth. But there is a way to move through it with grace —by accepting that the journey is meant to have ebbs and flows. So, instead of resisting the process, lean into it. Celebrate the milestones, big and small. Rest when needed. Push when required. But most importantly, trust that every step is leading you exactly where you need to be. Because when you finally arrive at your destination, it won’t just be about the outcome—it will be about the transform...

Hello, my loves! This week has been a revelation of sorts. As much as I dream of being a worldwide content creator , traveling to different places, speaking to women from all walks of life, and inspiring them to chase their dreams —I’ve come to a realization. My content, as much as it carries passion, sometimes feels vague and not entirely relatable. And that’s something I need to bridge. How do I share my story in a way that uplifts and transforms without compromising my privacy? How do I remain open and vulnerable enough to make an impact while still protecting the sacred parts of my journey? I’m learning that finding this balance is crucial. I love sharing. I love helping. But I also love my peace. And I don’t believe I have to sacrifice one for the other. So, I’m committing to figuring out how much I can give, how much I should hold back, and what truly serves both my audience and myself . Life is too short to play it small. I refuse to live on the outskirts of my own world...

  This year is serious for me. This is a fight to the finish. Becoming that bitch is not an option, an opinion, or a possibility—it’s the only thing that separates the winners from the losers. And let’s be clear—I’m not talking about that harassing, unbecoming, irritating, ill-mannered stereotype some people assume. No. That bitch is the woman of your dreams. The version of yourself you know you were meant to be. The woman that every single challenge tried—and failed —to break. The one who refuses to dim her light, the one who stands unshaken, undefeated, and undeniable. I see so much of who I’m meant to be in these blogs. Writing has always been a part of me. Poetry, storytelling, expression—this is home. But so is community. I love bringing people together— talking, sharing, building, problem-solving. I love food. Cooking it, serving it, and even cleaning up afterward. This is love in motion. This is how I show up for the people I care about. This is my love languag...