Let me guess. You finally got the clarity you’ve been praying for—the offer, the vision, the plan that makes your body light up like a damn firework. You opened your laptop, cracked your knuckles, got ready to make magic and then… You froze. Not a little pause. Not a cute

Let me ask you a question. Have you ever felt like someone else was driving your body during a stressful moment? Like your hands were shaking, your voice cracked, your heart was racing—and some tiny, panicked version of you had taken the wheel? Yeah. That’s not your imagination. That’s your

Let’s talk about that moment. You’ve got ONE big, important thing to do. Just one. And instead of doing it, suddenly you’re: Deep cleaning your junk drawer Rewriting your business name for the 43rd time Watching YouTube videos about how to build a chicken coop (you don’t even own chickens)

Alright, let’s get real. Boundaries? They’re like the high-waisted jeans of life—at first, you think you can’t pull them off, but once you do, you realize they’re the most flattering thing in your emotional closet. Darling, it’s time to set those limits, because people can and will push you around

Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you feel like a five-year-old having a meltdown over something ridiculously trivial? You’re not alone! Let’s dive into how those childhood patterns shape our adult lives and how we can kick them to the curb like last season’s trends. Picture this:

Let’s be real, babe—playing small is cute when you’re five years old at a school recital, but in the world of boss babes and boardrooms, it’s time to strut into the spotlight like you own it. Why? Because you do. You’ve spent way too much time apologizing for your ambition,

                Here’s the tea, babe: life is way too short to be living by someone else’s rulebook. You know the one—where you’re told to stay quiet, fit in, and not make waves. But honey, you weren’t made to blend in like wallpaper. You

Let’s be real, babe. Life doesn’t come with a manual, but if it did, there’s a good chance someone else wrote it for you. ­ From the time you were toddling around in diapers, you were picking up on rules, roles, and rhythms that weren’t always yours. Fast forward to