I color-coded calendars, meal-prepped kale, and optimized my life trying to “get it right.” And still—it was never enough. The truth? Balance is BS. It’s not empowering, it’s soul-crushing. So what if the game was rigged from the start—and instead of playing fair, we went all in? Careers that light us up. Love that meets our standards. Energy that’s unapologetically too much. Stay close. Big things are coming.

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

Resolutions seem be a grand idea, based in integrity, inspiration and good intention, a way to tap into our motivation and ambition.  The hypothesis is that if we just name our goals, maybe even proclaim them on social media, we will be more likely to meet them.