• A lone person arms up and open down an empty road during golden hour, their silhouette backlit by a warm amber sunset breaking through moody storm clouds.

    Are You Really Learning from the “Last Time”?

    The very last time. Because it’s been 50–11 times now, so really, really… this is the last time. I love not only thinking about growth, but also actually growing. It’s not, nor will it ever be a perfectly straight path, but in my Big Age, the path is less curvy, less wobbly, and less riddled with self-inflicted obstacles. Paid to Learn, Paid to Leave “Lessons learned” at work is one thing. There’s more clarity there. You’ll do better with the time, budget, scope creep foolishness, or switch out the drama queen who contributed to the downfall. Simple. And believe me, I know there are those projects that will absolutely test…

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    What Do You Love About the Way You Look Think?

    I’ve been watching my brain lately… OK, wait… wait… hear me out. I haven’t completely lost it. I know you can’t literally watch a brain like how I watched—well, serial-inhaled—season 4 of Bridgerton, but honestly, I’m paying a heck of a lot more attention to my thoughts, and the way they feed into my reactions. And I’m loving it more and more. Too often before, my brain felt like a noisy, messy roommate that I couldn’t escape while we both worked from home… at the same company… on the same project. Now, in Big Age (and with nothing perfect, obviously), my brain is more like an enemies-to-lovers rom-com. Our beef has lessened, we…

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    20 Sayings That Hit Different When You’re Growing Through Life

    I hear quotes, sayings, words, and all the things any —and everywhere—in books, online, passing conversations, and some just land like solid 10. Think an Olympic gymnast who stuck the mat to screams and cheers. These sayings aren’t about hyping me up or giving me a big, gloating, bobble head. They’re more like nudges. Right-on-time ah-has, reminders, prompts, and a sprinkling of reality checks that stop me from derailing (too much), overthinking, or worse, shrinking when I shouldn’t. Spring is here. Homegirl finally parked the struggle bus, but she still needs a minute to fully step out from behind the curtain, and take center stage. We’ll give her a few…

  • The Labels We Carry Need to Be Disrupted For Good

    Spring is springing, people! Now, minus that day-snow storm we had the other day, the one right after the back-to-back 80+ degree days, yeah that one. But old man winter is being given his eviction notice, after the audacity he had to just bum-rush his way in mid-week like that. Spring, you delicious Babe you, stand the hell up, show up, and stay up! Pretty please. And I don’t know how many times I have to say it but I’m not reinventing anything about me. Growing? Yes. Exploring, being more daring, stepping into things my former self would have thought I didn’t have the whatever to do it, yes. But…

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    The Clocks Moved Forward. Now Let’s Hope the World Does Too

    The clocks went forward on Sunday. Spring is coming. And the promise of spring isn’t just inching closer anymore. I’m ready, set, and going to revel in the longer days and warmer air on the horizon. Plus that itch to start planning good things again? It definitely needs a good scratch. And yet somehow, at the very same time, it feels like the world has taken 50-gabillion giant steps backwards. Tumbling into old, destructive patterns. Creating waves of chaos, fear, uncertainty, and tragic loss. With 24/7 social posts and news headlines making my head spin, my words curse, and all of us wondering how in the hell we ended up…

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    A Love Letter to Snow (Kidding, I Bloody Hate It!)

    “Bread, milk, and eggs” by IreneB. An ode to winter, because snow makes me unhinged. Bread, milk, and eggs The stores are packed again two days before the next snowstorm hits.Breathe.You can’t even pull in for some petrol because the car line is wrapping around the nearest Costco, Trader Joe’s, and Aldi’s for the head-scratching, comfort trio: bread, milk, and eggs.What the hell are you people making?Those viral TikTok flatbreads?If so, you forgot the cottage cheese.Or is it Greek yogurt?Or maybe both? Bread, milk, and eggs The rain a few days ago finally cleared away the last 400 feet of stank-grey snow and ice.Nice.I had just gotten used to seeing…

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    Wintering Through Life: Planning, Pausing, and Unexpected Growth

    Unless you’re lollygagging somewhere tropical and smug (you know who you are!), we – the rest of us are still wintering. The snow that got dumped on us these past weeks is still here. Move, Bitch, get out the way! Winter Is Still Winning So I cannot lull myself into letting one semi-decent, sunny day trick me into a fake emotional spring after ice-gate. Sure, the sun popped out a little longer than five minutes. High enough to shine but not heat anything up, so relax people, put your big coat back by the hook by the door, and humble yourself. That was just a teaser trailer of things to…

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    Stillness and Growth: Why Slowing Down Isn’t Lazy

    Lately, I’ve been paying attention to people who seem to find calm—not perfectly, not permanently, but intentionally. Not people who have it all figured out.People who are actively choosing it. They still have trials and tribulations in their own lives but are intentionally managing their responses to them. And no, it’s not easy—but looking for and choosing calm rarely is. They commit to enjoying the simple things without dismissing their real problems. So they don’t spiral over what they can’t fix single-handedly.And that means they move through life with a little more caution, slower, even—not because they don’t care, but because they do. And I’ve realized I don’t need to become someone…

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    Why Unlearning Is One Key to Growth in 2026

    I was speaking with a friend this morning who was doubting herself—her reaction to a situation she already knew the answer to—yet was still willing to give the offending person the benefit of the doubt. A person who, in my opinion, was way past that point and who earned all the doubt and zero benefit. I listened and in response I said my piece, spoke my truth, and she heard me. She’s my mate and I’d never steer her wrong, but when our convo was over it left me thinking: what if, in this season — still wintering, so to speak — and not rushing to force ourselves to learn…

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    How To See January as a Continuation, Not a Correction

    When I think about resetting, January is the biggest, dustiest, stankest lie I feel like we all agree to tell ourselves. We pretend it’s the start of a brand new season, when the holidays literally just ended five minutes ago and I’m still too full to dive into anything with any real gumption. Don’t push me. January equals dark I still love all my January birthday babes, February ones for that matter, too, but January is dark! It’s dark when we wake up, dark when we leave work, and dark when we get home. And somehow we’re, read I’m, supposed to hop up and reinvent our lives right here, right…