
why I stopped outsourcing my personality to the internet (and the 6-step audit that got it back)
and no, we are not adding to your to-do list. we're subtracting from it, so there's finally room for you.
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and no, we are not adding to your to-do list. we're subtracting from it, so there's finally room for you.

what if comfort was never actually the goal?

no perfectly timed decisions. no five-year plans. just the eerie timing of a chirping smoke alarm, an eclipse in my 12th house, and a version of me i'm not taking with me to our new house

no color coded whiteboard. no 5am wake up club. just the real, slightly unhinged list of things that keep me anchored when three small people are actively unraveling my day.

because I used to say it too. I love being a mom. but eight years in and I still do not love being a SAHM. let's talk about it.

a Very Ralph deep dive turned into a full shopping problem — fashion, home, beauty, all of it. linking my pre-fall obsessions below!

because no one likes to see a successful woman — that “friend” from last week included. and yes, we're pulling up birth charts.

because as it turns out everyone has one - not just mothers. somebody made a simple observation and then social media turned it into a full blown victim mentality and I'm gonna free you from it

and yes, this is a message I wrote more for myself than anyone else. it's the post I needed for my own motherhood experience, right in this very moment.

I'm starting to feel like the darkest years are behind me. but first, I have to tell you about the friend who took something from me I'm only just getting back

I called 911 on the side of the highway two months ago. I knew, somehow, that thinking or talking my way out of what came next wasn't going to work.

I wrote out an essay on the exact belief that's been holding me back for years. I scheduled it, took a walk, reprogrammed my brain and now you get to read about it

sourdough starters, birth charts, builder-grade windows oh my! welcome to my beautifully unhinged corner of the internet. pick a pillar, or don't, and let's create together.

self-betrayal doesn't look like a dramatic moment. it looks like being reasonable. this is the pattern i've spent my whole life refusing to fall into — and the exact way to spot it in your own life

when three doors close another three windows open right? that's the saying? let's talk about how I'm jumping timelines and opening portals this summer, shall we?

and all I needed was a panic attack on the side of the highway to realize it but really it gave me a lesson on capacity that I really desperately needed so let's dive in

much to my disappointment, I am not one of those moms who "just knows" I'm done having babies. it's been a very difficult and intentional decision process and I don't think we talk about it enough

time is in fact my b*tch and bends to my will and I want that for you too. I'm going to go deep here and tell you exactly how to make time your bitch so buckle up okay?

I quit my smart watch, my supplements, buying clothes, and scrolling before bed. my life got better immediately. here's what happened when I stopped adding and started subtracting

life doesn't change in an overnight overhaul, your life changes in small consistent micro tweaks. so I'm doing the work for you and making a monthly micro tweak guide.