This week as I was driving my feral child to day care, I popped on an Audible to drown out another rendition of Wheels on The Bus … and I happened upon Malcolm Gladwel’s Outliers . (Sidebar: this has been on my list to read for years and it is not disappointing!)   But anyway , he reminded me something I have always been fascinated with: Did you know that studies show that you only need 10,000 hours to become a master at something? For context, that's roughly ten years.  

While it feels like two lifetimes ago, I can still remember lying in bed next to someone who was supposed to love me, who I was supposed to love back, staring at the ceiling, my body stiff with silence. The clock ticked. My chest was tight. And all I could think was:  why does this feel so heavy?   I told myself it was normal. That love was supposed to feel like work. That the pit in my stomach was just the cost of partnership.   But here’s what I know now: 👉 Love shouldn’t

No one told me it would happen this way.   Not in one dramatic moment, but in a thousand tiny asks: ✨ Smile when you don’t feel like it. ✨ Say yes when your body screams no. ✨ Don’t rock the boat. Don’t want too much. Don’t be too much.   And so I started handing over little pieces of myself. One compromise here, one silence there. I didn’t even notice how much was burning until I was standing in the ashes.   That’s what society does best—it doesn’t shove you into silence, it

If affirmations actually worked, your mirror would have fixed your life by now. “I am enough.” “I am powerful.” “I am confident.”   Cute. But let’s be honest—those mantras aren’t what change your life. They don’t dissolve the resentment sitting in your chest at 2am. They don’t bring back the spark in your relationship. They don’t give you the courage to walk into your boss’s office and finally ask for the raise.   What does? Embodied action. And that’s what I see, over and o

When women stop prioritizing pleasure, they start silencing themselves everywhere. It’s not just the bedroom that goes quiet—it’s their voice, ambition, and spark. Pleasure isn’t about sex; it’s about permission. When you deny desire, you deny power. In Yes, I Am Too Much™, we reconnect pleasure with purpose—because the moment you start saying yes to what lights you up, you stop negotiating with yourself and start coming alive.

It does not matter if you are 15 or 50, you can still be "coming into yourself," because age is a mindset.