I Love My Job (and That Shouldn’t Be Rare)

I love my job. Saying that out loud still feels a little strange, almost like I need to qualify it or soften it. Like I should quickly add, “Not every day,” or “I know I’m lucky,” or “Of course, there are hard parts.” And all of that is true. But none of it changes theContinue reading “I Love My Job (and That Shouldn’t Be Rare)”

Still Early. Still Becoming. Still Yours.

There’s a quiet kind of power in realizing that the voice in your head is not always telling the truth. Especially the one that whispers limits. The one that says you’re late, behind, not ready, not capable enough. That voice sounds convincing because it’s familiar, not because it’s right. You are more than you thinkContinue reading “Still Early. Still Becoming. Still Yours.”