Thoughts in progress. Emotions in debug mode. Life updates I didn’t plan to write—but here we are.
This is where I unpack the stuff that doesn’t quite fit anywhere else. The mental sticky notes. The “is it just me?” moments. The mini revelations that hit at red lights or 3 a.m.
Not polished. Not packaged. But (probably) pretty relatable.
39: Messy, Honest, and Moving Forward
Ten years ago, 29 felt like a cliff. Someone told me the 30s would be the best years of my life, and I rolled my eyes while googling “is 30 considered old.” She was right—not because life got easier, but because I got clearer. This decade was a crash course in patience, boundaries, and choosing progress over panic.