Tag: personal growth


  • (And Somehow Hits Harder at 32 Than It Did at 18) There’s a question they love to ask in school—one that follows you from classroom to classroom like it’s doing something important. Where do you see yourself in five years? At eighteen, it felt expansive. Like the future was a blank page waiting for you…

  • When Reinvention Forces You to Face Who You Were Some romantic comedies lean into fantasy and leave it there. Never Been Kissed pulls you in with the nostalgia of high school and second chances, then quietly asks a harder question—what happens when you go back and realize the story you told yourself about your past…

  • The role I didn’t realize I was auditioning for There was a version of me that played dumb. Not loudly. Not offensively. Not in a way that would make anyone stop and say, “What is she doing?” It was curated. Intentional in a way that didn’t feel intentional at the time. More like muscle memory…

  • A quiet reckoning after the world went still There are moments when a realization doesn’t arrive loudly. It doesn’t announce itself or demand attention. It settles in instead—heavy, unavoidable—until you’re forced to look at it directly. I didn’t live my way through my late twenties. Those years didn’t unfold so much as they disappeared. Somewhere…

  • Resolutions for 2026 The Year I Actually Have Something to “Resolve” Every year I make the same joke: my resolution is to lose weight, then I shrug dramatically, mutter “ope,” and declare I’ll try again next year once it inevitably fizzles out by the seventh sunrise. But this year?This year I hit the damn goal.The…

  • A love letter to the women who stopped apologizing for choosing themselves. The Myth of Completion Somewhere between Disney movies and dating apps, we were brainwashed. Conditioned to believe that a woman’s story isn’t whole until a man enters the frame—until there’s a ring, a “Mrs.” before your name, and a happily ever after that…

  • Disclaimer: I know this dynamic can go both ways. There are women who expect men to fix them, too. But as a woman who’s loved two fully grown men who behaved like children, I’m writing this from my side of the story—the one where empathy gets mistaken for servitude, and emotional labor gets repackaged as…