But the reality of time, fear of its speed, and the disbelief that came with it hit harder than I thought it would. Memories from high school, college, and even just my 26th birthday a couple years ago had me focusing on my rapid breathing. Seeing younger versions of myself made me want to give her a big hug and tell her to take it all in.

“No way I’m not 23 anymore?”

Suddenly, I was thinking all too hard about how many years, people, and memories have passed me by without truly feeling the gravity of it all. It was like I had been cruising through life without slowing down…God forbid stopping. For a while, life was efficient. I moved from one obligation to the next without friction. It worked. I have been in “the zone.”

But when I looked back, there were no chapters, just distance. Somewhere along the way, I realized I hadn’t actually been holding onto the moment. I had just been moving through it.

This scared the shit out of me.

I didn’t want to wake up when I was 29 practicing the same box breathing techniques. Another year of needing a photo to remember. I wanted to begin 29 knowing I experienced what I lived and be present enough to name it later. I didn’t need to overhaul my life. I just needed to start noticing it and participate in it differently.

One workout class became the time I forgot my socks and had to borrow some from a stranger. A simple trip to store turned into the night I made my now famous homemade steak dinner that I’ve tried to replicate since. That random bar we almost didn’t go to? It’s now a story we can’t stop telling.

But not every moment is small. Some are temporary. The sound of my best friend making breakfast in the kitchen. Saying “should we…?” when we know better and doing it anyway. I started booking weekend trips the Wednesday before. The season of life where you only answer to yourself.

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I can feel the edges of this era. I don’t know when it will change, but I refuse to miss it.

I began to create chapters on purpose. I would plan for the kind of stories I wanted to tell. When I daydreamed, they weren’t allowed to stall in my consciousness. I reverse engineered them. I’d pre-save for trips that I hadn’t imagined yet so I could book them later on a whim. I imagined the laughs and insides jokes made around a Friendsgiving table and would text the group chat to make them real.

I quit hoping I’d remember later. I started shaping it while I could.

This year, I woke up on my 29th birthday with the same headache, the same puffy face, and stream of notifications lighting up my phone. This year with a smile before even opening them. I remembered the photos without needing a caption. I didn’t feel behind. I felt inside of my life.

The last year hadn’t slowed down.

I just decided to attack it differently.

Planning backward freed me to live forward.

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I have a weakness for comfort food. I think that I deserve it as a treat for being a good, hardworking adult throughout the week. This kind of habit can get expensive, and if you read my post Simple Habits For People Who Don’t Have Time For Habits you know that I have a hack for keeping myself from overspending and overindulging.

While I save at least $30 per week from deny my own flesh, I still wanted my chicken or shrimp pad thai, in my bed, with a movie on. That’s when this recipe came to life!

After a few trial and errors, picking and tweaking from a handful of people on the internet trying to give me the “BEST RECIPE,” I found that this one was the most simple, took the least amount of time, and could be made of mostly things I already have.

Without further ado… here’s my pad thai recipe:

Ingredients:

• 8 ounces flat rice noodles

• 3 Tablespoons oil

• 3 cloves garlic , minced

• 8 ounces uncooked shrimp, chicken, or tofu , cut into small pieces

• 2 eggs

• 1 cup fresh bean sprouts

• 1 red bell pepper , thinly sliced

• 3 green onions , chopped

• 1/2 cup dry roasted peanuts

• 2 limes

• 1/2 cup Fresh cilantro , chopped

For the Pad Thai sauce:

• 3 Tablespoons fish sauce

• 1 Tablespoon low-sodium soy sauce

• 5 Tablespoons light brown sugar

• 2 Tablespoons rice vinegar , or tamarind paste (I typically use rice vinegar)

• 1 Tablespoon Sriracha hot sauce , or more, to taste

• 2 Tablespoons creamy peanut butter* (optional)

Instructions

• Cook noodles according to package instructions, just until tender. Rinse under cold water

• Make sauce by combining sauce ingredients in a bowl. Set aside.

• Stir Fry:

  • Heat 1½ tablespoons of oil in a wok or large saucepan over medium-high heat. Add the shrimp, chicken or tofu, garlic and bell pepper. The shrimp will cook quickly, about 1-2 minutes on each side, or until pink. If using chicken, cook until just cooked through, about 3-4 minutes, flipping only once.

  • Push everything to the side of the pan. Add a little more oil and add the beaten eggs. Scramble the eggs, breaking them into small pieces with a spatula as they cook.

  • Add noodles, sauce, bean sprouts and peanuts to the wok (reserving some peanuts for topping at the end). Toss everything to combine.

  • Garnish the top with green onions, extra peanuts, cilantro and lime wedges. Serve

    

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The feeling of being supported by your chosen village and showing up for them just the same. This is a feeling that I don’t think is talked about enough. The one that hits you when a familiar face walks into the room, or when someone rearranges their whole day just to stand in your corner. It’s grounding, gentle, almost holy.

A lot of people love the feeling of being shown up for, but rarely pause to reflect if they’re offering the same grounding for others. The same “I’m here” energy to the people in their lives who need it. I’ve realized how often people wish for the kind of presence that could steady them… without noticing whether they’re offering that same kind of presence to the people who quietly need them too. Once I started paying attention to that, I couldn’t unsee it. Presence was everywhere from then on. Moments that showed me, firsthand, what it means to truly show up for someone.

The Expectation

I’m fortunate to have parents that support and are present in just about everything me and my three siblings do. Any sporting event, choir concert, piano recital, graduation, first shift at a new restaurant, you name it… they were there. If they couldn’t make it happen, they would recruit a grandparent, aunt, uncle, or family friend to fill their spot. When I was much younger, I didn’t realize the impact of this. It wasn’t until I was in high school and beyond that it really clicked for me how much effort that took amid all the other stressful things that they were going through, yet they still made it happen. Because of this example, it has translated tenfold into not only how I try to show up for others, but also knowing that’s the kind of support that I deserve from anyone.

Showing up and supporting isn’t—and shouldn’t be—a dramatic act or tally board. That’s a type of toxicity I’m not referring to. I’m talking about steady presence that made something inside of me shift. Luckily, because this is how I try to show up for people who mean the most to me, just like my parents did, I’ve attracted some really fantastic people. The type of people who also understand how important the art of showing up is.

The Marathon Moment

These feelings came up not long ago during the NYC Marathon. My friend, and fellow villager, Tory had been training for just 14 weeks when she showed up on race day. I coordinated with her husband to make sure we were at the right mile markers for Tory to be able to find us. The first was a mile 17 and second was mile 23.

When I saw Tory coming down 1st Avenue, I was overwhelmed with extreme pride. THAT’S MY FRIEND. As she was getting closer to where we were set up, I felt a sense of home seeing her. We both live busy lives, all over the map, but remain close and show up for each other whenever we can. Seeing her in the middle a huge event she had been training for, I felt so proud that she had pushed herself in ways I simply couldn’t imagine. I was in awe of her.

It was on a whim that I was in the city, so to be able to watch her accomplish something so huge felt like divine intervention. Her joy in what she was doing and also the determination in her to complete something so big inspired me and took “just showing up” to a whole other level. The smile on her face when she saw us was a reminder of how solid our friendship is and hopefully reminded her of how loved she is. It didn’t make the miles shorter, but maybe it made them feel lighter.

Showing up for someone in their big moments can feel like the smallest act and the biggest gift all at once. There’s power in witnessing someone you care about accomplish big things. It strengthens your village and inspires you to keep going in what matters most—when you see your fellow villagers doing the same in their own lives.

Presence

That kind of inspiration doesn’t just come in the form of big moments that feel like a huge gift. Sometimes it comes from the people who show up in what seems like ordinary ways. The moments that are “just because.”

About a month ago, my parents flew down to see me for the whole weekend just to be with me. There was no agenda, no big event, and nothing specific that they wanted to do. The only objective was to spend quality time together.

We sometimes can get so caught up that showing up for someone needs to be this whole production. That we have to do the most for them to feel seen—to make it memorable through tangible gifts or grand gestures—when often it’s the quiet act of being present that speaks loudest.

What seems like a small gesture actually encapsulates what I view as the biggest gift we can give someone—presence. Once you can see this clearly, you can’t ignore the tiny, consistent way people show up. The ones that don’t make a big splash but still leave a mark.

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Intention > Attention

There’s another layer to showing up that’s even softer. The small, steady gestures that weave themselves into your life without fanfare. The ones that rarely get acknowledged but linger the longest. It lives in the quiet, almost invisible acts that shape our relationships.

It’s that friend that texts you out of the blue simply because you came into their mind. It’s the small trinket you pick up because you think someone might find joy in it. It’s showing up for someone without them asking because they needed it. No context or explanation necessary.

The intention behind these small acts often matters far more than the attention from grand gestures. This kind of presence is like mini deposits of love that compound over time. They represent consistency and steadiness in a relationship—and truthfully, they’re what keep the foundation strong enough to withstand any storm life will inevitably throw at us.

We often overlook these acts because they can slip under the radar. They’re woven into everyday life, which ironically, makes them even more meaningful. They create safety in friendships and reassurance that we’re not doing life alone. They strengthen trust without uttering a single word. Small gestures towards someone gives us evidence to look back on when life gets hard, and they are truly the anchor of relationships.

They provide a sense of calm that settles into our body. We don’t realize they’re happening until we need it. Seeing presence show up in such quiet ways made me think about the bigger picture-what it does for us, how it changes us, and why it matters more than we realize.

What Presence Actually Does

Presence, in all its forms, has a way of speaking louder than any words ever could. It communicates something far deeper than support or encouragement. It tells us that we are worth showing up for. A reminder that someone is choosing us and choosing to care. Presence from someone else is sometimes all it takes to keep going.

There’s a steadiness that settles in when someone is simply there. It grounds you in a way that nothing else can. It softens the edges of whatever you’re carrying, and it creates a quiet confidence that you’re not in it alone. Someone is standing beside you, shoulder to shoulder, in your corner, even if nothing else is said out loud. Presence can provide a subtle surge of energy that could be all we need to continue progressing forward.

It’s truthfully in the heavier moments, the ones we rarely speak out loud, where presence becomes its own unique lifeline. It doesn’t erase the struggle of hardships, but it helps carry the heavy load. It can give you just enough courage to take the next step, breathe a little deeper, and keep going when the road is looking extra long. Presence offers us a stability we didn’t know we needed—until it arrives unasked, expecting nothing in return.

Words can comfort, advice can help, but presence carries. It steps into the moment with you instead of standing on the sidelines offering commentary. Presence stays when things get messy, and it listens without trying to fix. It speaks in a language that feels more trustworthy than anything else someone could say.

We’re all wired and long for this type of companionship. We want to feel seen, chosen, remembered, rooted for, and cared for. Presence comforts the part of all of us that is deeply human—the desire the matter to someone else. Even in the smallest of ways. This is one of the few things that feels both powerful and simple, rare and accessible, intimate and universal.

Recognizing this so many years ago made me look at presence differently. It’s not just something that fills me, but it’s something I’m meant to pour back out. We often crave this kind of steadiness from others, and makes me think of how easily we forget that others might be craving it too.

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The Mirror

Presence isn’t just a one-way experience. We’re designed for community and compassion, and that includes giving the kind of care that we are craving to receive. It doesn’t have to be perfect every single time—just consistent and intentional.

It’s easy to sit back and hope that someone shows up for us in the big moments and also when we need it. It’s human to long for support, steady energy, and to have someone in your corner. But somewhere in that longing it’s easy to overlook the people in our lives who might be quietly hoping for that same energy from us.

Presence flows best when it moves in both direction. Not in a scorecard or an expectation, but as a natural exchange of care. Showing up for someone else without being asked, without needing an applause, strengthens something in us also. It reinforces the kind of person we want to be.

Most of us aren’t asking for grand gestures. They’re often hoping for something simple: a check-in text/call, a moment of being remembered, a sense that they matter beyond convenience. I’ve seen how good feels when someone shows up for me, and I’ve learned how meaningful it feels to do the same for others. Both experiences teach the same lesson: showing up doesn’t require much, but it makes a lasting impact. One we often don’t notice until much later.

Presence is less about effort and more about intention. Less about doing the most and more about noticing the people who could use a reminder that they’re not flying solo in life.

These thoughts have stay with me, especially as I think back to that moment on the marathon course—the look, the relief, the steadiness, that washed over someone I care about simply because we were there.

Where Presence Matters Most

Thinking back to that moment in New York, I can still picture the look on Tory’s face when she saw us—tired, determined, relieved all at once. Presence didn’t change the miles she had to run, but it could’ve potentially changed the way she felt running them. That’s the thing about presence, it won’t finish the race for you. It makes the hardest parts feel a little lighter. It reminds you that you’re not carrying the weight alone, even when the finish line still feels far away.

We all have our own mile 17s and mile 23s where we could really use a familiar face in the crowd. And we all have people in our lives who might be quietly hoping for the same from us. Showing up doesn’t require perfection or planning or grand gestures. It asks only for willingness. A steady, intentional presence that says, “I’m here. Keep going.”

Presence doesn’t fix anything, but it changes something for someone. And most of the time, that’s enough. Mile by mile, gesture by gesture, presence is what carries us forward. Keeping showing up for people. It matters more than you think.

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Some weeks feels like I’m thriving. Others, I’m just lucky my laundry basket isn’t spewing over with last week’s clothes. It’s never the big things that seem to throw my week off. It’s realizing I forgot to thaw out the chicken (and now I know why our moms would get so mad). The difference usually comes down to small, low-maintenance habits that quietly keep my weird system working on all cylinders.

I’ve realized the weeks that run the smoothest aren’t the ones where I’m doing the most, rather, the ones I quietly prepare without overthinking. These tiny systems dont make me feel like I have my life together; they make the chaos and unknowns a little easier to manage.

These aren’t necessarily “hacks” or 5:00 a.m. routines or groundbreaking information - just the things that quietly keep me sane and a functioning like a high-achiever during the week.

Turns out, ease is something you can plan for.

Planning for ease doesn’t mean doing the most, it just means doing what matters quietly, on repeat.

Food System

If food takes too much brainpower, I won’t eat well. So I keep it simple.

• Default breakfasts - eggs + fruit or Greek yogurt bowl

• Lunches - rotisserie chicken salads (+ chopped celery, onion, cilantro, and dressing of choice) or dinner leftovers

• Dinners - lean protein + roasted/baked veggie + rice/sweet potato

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Taking the thinking out of food gives me energy for everything else.

Weekend Systems

Saturday mornings are my new “Sunday Reset.” Why wait an entire day to do all your laundry or deep clean or grocery shop? Taking an hour or two to do all my deep cleaning projects, a load of laundry or two, etc. gets it out of the way and let’s my Sunday be saved for true rest.

• Bedroom is vacuumed and tidied up

• Bathroom gets a wipe down, trash disposed of, and light a candle

• Kitchen gets the same when breakfast is over

• Place Walmart+ order to be delivered for Sunday morning

• DONE

It’s easier to show up for your week when you aren’t spending half of it recovering from the last one.

Movement & Energy

Ease and joy is how I move and reset each day. Every day also looks a little different. Over the years I’ve found that there are seasons where I find joy in the rigid, follow-this-split, do-this-weight layered workout routine. Other seasons, I’m happy with just a walk. Exercise doesn’t have to be the worst thing ever or full of guilt if not accomplished. The sweet spot is giving myself a Movement Menu to choose from based on how my body and mind are feeling that day.

• Waking up = phone-free and morning sunlight. PERIOD.

• Pilates class 1-3x/week

• Strength training, roughly 30-60 minutes 2x/week

• Hack - plan something mid-week to look forward to. A favorite class, a sunrise walk, meeting a friend at the gym

Movement based on energy, not guilt, keeps me consistent. Don’t overcomplicate it!!!!

Environment That Supports You

I’ve learned the environment you create becomes the energy you keep. Visual calm equals mental calm.

• Reset Rule - clear the counter of dirty anything, nightstands, dressers, etc. Take the three minutes and put everything back where it belongs

• Seasonal swaps - a scent can really determine the whole vibe. Rotate candles, playlist, etc. to switch up the energy every now and then

• Background playlist - I associate eras of life with music. Changing up my playlist gives life a mini refresh

You are the energy you curate - might as well make it a cam one.

Decision & Time Hacks

Keeping decision making to a minimum is the key to freeing up mental space. By hacking decisions, I free up energy for things that actually need it.

• Outfits prepped the night before, sometimes with backup options

• Coffee or lunch prepped (I love cold brew, so I make it the night before)

• Errand stacking - if I have to get out to go to the store, I’m also doing returns, getting the mail, etc. Plan for multiple things in one outing to save the time for other important things

• Default “chaos meal” for off days - have something in the fridge or freezer ready to go for those unexpected busy days when you don’t want to cook

Less time deciding means more time doing.

Financial Flow

I used to love treating myself, and I still do. I used to be a little crazy with it though. That’s until I started to hack myself. When I want to treat myself on something I WANT instead of NEED, here’s what I do:

• Open a “Vault” in my SoFi savings account (label it something creative)

• Check my budget - see if I can actually afford to splurge on said item/activity

• If not, transfer - I will transfer the amount the item/activity/treat would’ve cost me into the separate savings account

It’s giving side hustle, but for future me. Now, I’m basically getting paid for not spending money + 4% APY.

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Most of these things aren’t impressive, but that’s kind of the point. It’s not flashy to transfer money you want to be spending or eating ground turkey with rice and a veggie, but doing these things periodically through the week can have a huge impact on the flow of your life. Small changes compounded create big effects in the grand scheme of life.

The best routines aren’t the ones that change who you are - they’re the ones that make it easier to keep showing up as yourself.

What’s one low maintenance habit that makes your week feel smoother?

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Some seasons of life feels like standing in the dark wondering if we’ve been planted or are being buried. You can’t breathe, see the light at the end of the tunnel, and constantly wonder, “Is this purpose or punishment? Was this a mistake?”

It seems like everyone else knows what they’re doing while you’re just hoping and praying that they dont notice how unsure you feel. You tell yourself you’re not cut out for it, someone else could’ve done it better, they’re more qualified, or you’re not ready. You reread texts, replay conversations or scenarios, overanalyze every move trying to prove that you belong or trying to pinpoint where it went wrong. The longer you sit in this never ending cycle of rumination, the heavier it feels.

But what if what feels like a burial is actually planting? What if this punishment is actually preparation?

Isn’t it strange how this fear doesn’t show up at the point of failure? It usually holds us captive right when we’re about to succeed. This incredibly nasty feeling is what the world refers to as imposter syndrome. Spiritually, **I think this the the moment right before a seed plants its roots.

Where the Work Really Begins

Imposter syndrome shows up when we doubt ourselves despite the successes we’ve had. Even though we have concrete evidence that we are indeed not a loser and a failure, something within us convinces us otherwise. Our brain starts to associate new with unsafe.

From ages 23 to 27, my confidence was overthrown day by day with what felt impossible to describe at the time. I was a young woman selling to world-class surgeons and sharp, seasoned business professionals who’d been doing this longer than I’d been on this earth. Each time I went to have a conversation, there was a little voice that would send me into a panic, telling me that they knew I wasn’t equipped for this job. It was like going into a test every single day that I hadn’t studied for. Day in and day out, I was trying to prove I belonged in these giant rooms where I felt small.

Looking back on it, this is where the real growth began. I wasn’t drowning. I was growing roots. The pain in every conversation was growing pains I had never felt before. This pressure was the weight of new soil around a seed that hadn’t yet taken its roots.

When I got the sales job that moved me to my dream location, the feeling only intensified. I was 26, up against a competitor who had twenty years of relationships and influence in my territory. Each day was its own battle between faith and fear. Some days, gratitude was all I had. Thanking God that He was still providing.

It wasn’t until I stopped fighting the discomfort and started trusting the soil I was rooting myself into that things started to shift. Once I focused on tending to it with my faith, consistency, and mindset, He gave me what had been on my heart all along.

Imposter syndrome is just insecurity and resistance. That sneaky thief doesn’t show up when you’re failing. He shows up when you’re growing. The enemy knows if he can make you doubt your own worth, then he can keep you from blooming where you’re meant to produce, “…a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown.”

The Soil Beneath the Seed

Heres the truth of the matter: the enemy doesn’t waste time on seeds that have no potential. He attacks what’s growing and important to us. Imposter syndrome is one of his most convincing lies, whispering, “you’re not good enough. you’re not qualified. you’re not ready.” That voice often disguises itself as our own.

But think about it…

If you’re stepping into something that aligns with your soul, why would your own mind try to talk you out of it?

That’s when I started to recognize the pattern. A seed can fall on different ground, and our growth depends on the quality of soil we’re rooted in.

The Parable of the Sower has been heavy on my heart lately. The same seed has the same amount of potential every single time it’s planted. The difference is in the soil.

Some of us seeds fall on the path and get swept away by the enemy (that’s why he doesn’t need to go after them folks…). Some fall on rocky ground, excited at first but in soil too shallow to survive the elements. Things will look and feel fantastic for a bit when it’s all easy and we’re confident. Others fall on thorny grounds where fear, comparison, and distraction reside. Where we want to grow, but those weeds choke out our faith and potential before it even gets a chance.

Then, there are the seeds that fall into good soil, where faith takes root and holds them firm feeding into them to grow strong. Good soil looks different. It’s not easier, but it’s tended to with intention. It’s rich with patience, consistency, humility, self-confidence, and mostly importantly, prayer. This is where faith is watered daily, even when nothing has sprouted yet.

When imposter syndrome decides to make its grand appearance, it’s a sign that we’re still in the in-between stages and underground. Where growth is happening but we can’t see it yet. This is when the soil matters the most. If we stay rooted in the good soil (truth, discipline, and faith), the seed we planted will always break through and sprout to who we’re becoming.

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Staying Rooted

So how do we beat this guy? There are three things you can do today to win:

1. Call it what it is

   Start by calling it what it is. You’re a beginner, not an imposter. Beginners belong exactly where they are. At the start of learning what they’re meant to learn.

   The enemy thrives on confusing us. When he can’t turn truth into insecurity, he’s going to try and keep you from realizing that this discomfort is the evidence of growth. It’s not the proof of failure. Naming it for what it is will take away its power.

2. Reminders of what’s true

   Tell yourself what is factual. If you took all of your thoughts to court, what would the jury say? Root yourself in facts not feelings. You’ve been placed, not misplaced. You’re growing, not failing. You’re learning, not pretending.

3. Stay rooted in the process

   Once you’ve named the lie and reminded yourself of what is true, you now must stay rooted where God has planted you. Growth takes time, and being consistent is how you prove your faith. Keep showing up. Keep tending to your own soil through gratitude, prayer, discipline, and obedience. Even when you can’t see progress, trust that the roots are forming beneath the surface.

Anytime we take the leap into something new, our first instinct is to look around and question ourselves and our qualifications to be there. Faith tells us we’re being planted, not buried. This is why the soil matters so much. Rooting yourself in good soil curates an environment where your confidence grows deeper than your fear. The work itself might feel unseen for awhile, but that doesn’t mean it’s not working. One day, what felt like a weight will reveal itself as the thing that helped you grow stronger roots.

Imposter syndrome will always, without a shadow of a doubt, meet you in the middle of who you’re becoming. He’ll show up when you’re on the cusp of growing stronger, whispering doubt into places where blooming is finally starting to take place. The next time that voice creeps in, just remember, pressure means something is happening below the surface. Roots are forming and strengthening. Faith is deepening.

You’re not being buried; you’re being planted. Someday, when what’s been growing in the dark finally breaks through the surface, you’ll see that every bit of doubt was proof that you were standing in the middle of your transformation all along.

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Living for the Weekend

Majority of us are out here living for the weekend. That precious two days we get for freedom, for family, for self-care, and for taking a deep breath from the rat race of the work week. But there is a small group of us that live for that 48-hour adventure.

A Friday evening flight. Full tank of gas. A sunset somewhere new. We are Weekend Warriors. Being a Weekend Warrior isn’t about running away. It’s more about squeezing the most out of the life you already have. This starter kit is what keeps me ready for my next adventure at a moments notice.

The Mindset

To travel and get the most out of where you’re visiting, you dont need a full week or two off. All you need is a good plan to enjoy it but not such a rigid plan to stress. The key to any sort of travel is the mindset that you have an idea of what you want to see/do, but will always just go off of the vibes. That’s when the most memorable experiences happen and when your cup will feel like it’s full to the brim.

Here’s what I keep in mind every time I book something impulsive (this is typically monthly):

• Money comes back. Time doesn’t.

• You’ll never regret going. Only not going.

• Flexibility is your superpower.

It’s hard to be spontaneous if you’re always unprepared.

The Essentials Checklist

I’m giving you a Cliff Notes version of my travel Bible. This checklist guides me to a successful trip every single time without fail. Well, except for one time…

Not too long ago, I was 3.5 hour away from home on a work trip when I found myself utterly unprepared. I got all the way to my destination to realize that I left my entire suitcase at home. Yep. Clothes, shoes, toiletries, makeup. You name it. It was not with me. A mistake I will NEVER make again. This is everything I always keep packed and ready that’s gotten me to almost 15 cities this year alone with minimal stress.

Let’s break it down

The Basics: This foundation is key to the rest and we’ll work upwards from here

• Backpack of All Backpacks - It has the perfect amount of pockets and zippers, fits under the seat perfectly. If I didn’t love a good pair of knee high boots I could fit everything for the entire weekend in this bag. Underrated feature: strap on the back to slip it onto a rolling suitcase

• Carry-on suitcase - Trust me on this… get a dark colored suitcase and this is where you want to splurge a little. Nothing ruins a weekend trip more than busted wheels and a dusty looking suitcase.

• Cords Organizer - Having all your chargers packed and at the ready gives me the most peace of mind even though getting lost with a dead phone has me feeling 90s nostalgia on vacation.

• 3 in 1 Portable Charger - Fits perfectly in the cords organizer and the entire contraption is kept in the laptop compartment of the best backpack in the world (above)

• Toiletries/Makeup Bag - The perfect, not bulky, fits everything you need bag that fits in the backpack.

• Packing Cubes (optional) - I lowkey think packing cubes are overrated sometimes. Especially with companies selling some for $140+?! You got me messed up. I can find a flight ROUNDTRIP for $140 for 48-hours (girl math).

Clothing Staples: Don’t overcomplicate it

• Neutral basics - Think Time Capsule Wardrobe. Pack things that you can easily dress up with accessories (aka small things that dont take up square footage in the bag).

• Light jacket / cardigan sweater - Neutral color that could easily go with any of the neutrals that are packed.

• One-pair rule - One pair of tennis shoes worn on the plane that can also be used to workout/walk around in and one pair of nicer shoes for a dinner/night out. Again, BIG BOOTS GAL.

• Pro Tip - Be strategic about outfits to not stuff the carry-on full. Leaving extra room will allow for one side of the suitcase to be packed with dirty clothes and the other for clean clothes/toiletries bags for easy access once you return home on Sunday night.

Toiletry Kit - Remember the lesson I just recently learned…

• Supplements (lecture incoming)

  • Planes, different sleep schedules, and enjoying new foods are part of the Weekend Warrior lifestyle. This doesn’t mean that I want to compromise my goals and health. PACK FOR SUCCESS. Here’s my go-tos:

    • Bone Broth packets - Soothes the tummy, great in the morning, and feels like a hug for a hangover (comes in chicken or beef)

    • Collagen packets - Mix with Bone Broth in the AM. Since we’re leaving the 7-step skincare routine at home, we need to still support the skin. These packets come out to $1.56/packet, which is the best price I’ve found for actual quality processing. Comes in a box of 30 which if you think about it gets you prepared for 10 Weekend Warrior trips.

    • Emergen-C: Zinc + Vitamin D - Immunity support just in case. I’d rather have it that be sorry I didn’t!

• TSA-friendly skincare - Let me hold your hand when I tell you this: you’ll live without your 7-step skincare routine for two days. Travel sized cleanser, moisturizer, and sunscreen is really all you need. Micellar water is a good addition along with pimple patches if need be!

• Refillable travel perfume - Smelling good is IMPORTANT. But you won’t catch me wearing no $5 body spray... Love putting my signature scent in these and not having to stress if TSA will throw the whole bottle away.

Comfort & Productivity - Day of packing

• Headphones - Noise cancelling is necessary

• Sleep mask + neck pillow combo - Optimal setup for a chance at sleep on a flight

• Journal / Book / Downloaded playlists - The feeling of being productive while traveling is unmatched. I always bring something to do.

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My Packing Formula

Now that you know exactly what you need to be a successful Weekend Warrior, let me tell you how to make this work*.*

Live by one rule and one rule only: the 3-bag rule. If it dont fit, it ain’t comin’. We’re aiming for efficiency here. With the items above, there are many ways to fit more than what you’d need in a weekend with a few simple hacks.

1. The Rolling Method will make fitting everything and then some into the carry-on. By rolling up clothes, you can not only fit more, but there will be less creases/wrinkles this way. Multiple outfits have been packed with this method.

2. Packing rolled clothes on the bottom of the suitcase and layering the shoes on the top will allow for a smooth zipper-closing experience and mitigate the sit-and-zip maneuver we’ve all had to do with an overfilled bag.

3. Utilize the pockets/compartments of the best backpack in the world. Hair brushes, deodorant, makeup bag, toiletry bag, cord organizer, books, laptops, etc. If it can fit, put it in there!

My Pre-Trip Routine

This list is very quick and very simple

• [ ] Check-in + add boarding pass to Apple Wallet the day before

• [ ] Pack any toiletries/makeup used day of - leave suitcase unzipped with a space for said toiletries bag to go in before zipping up

• [ ] Snacks are packed in my backpack (Chomps sticks, banana, protein bar, something sweet)

• [ ] Check how long it will take to get from the airport to wherever I’m staying

• [ ] MOST IMPORTANTLY - Clean apartment. Make your space peaceful to come back home too after being out in the world being a warrior all weekend

And last but not least, pack a good attitude. Chaos is part of the story. “How blessed am I that I get to do this?”

In Conclusion

Here’s to Friday flights, the spontaneous trip you thought you’d be too stressed to go on, and proving that the weekend is more than enough time to feel revived.

If you have a go-to item I should add to my list, drop it in the comments. I’m always looking for a new favorite!

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The Hawthorne Effect is the phenomenon where individuals change their behavior because they know they are being observed. We tend to try harder when someone is watching. It’s human nature, and honestly, I’ve learned to use that to my advantage.

Body doubling is having someone nearby, whether that be physically or virtually, while you’re doing that thing you really don’t want to do. It’s tricking your brain into staying accountable for what you have to do. My sisters, brother, and I used to sit on each other’s beds while we cleaned our rooms to have some company (and to get it done in a timely manner before mom got mad). Somehow, folding laundry doesn’t feel like getting your toenails ripped off when someone’s there to talk to, keep your mind busy, or do their homework. Fast forward to today, I FaceTime any friend that will answer, just to clean my apartment. Modern problems require modern supervision. I believe, in some capacity, we’re all looking for someone to witness us, hold us accountable, and keep us moving.

This got me thinking… the Hawthorne Effect might not just be psychological, but also spiritual. If I work harder when someone is watching, how hard would I work if I remembered that God always is? As a young girl in Wednesday night Catholic class (CCD shoutout), this used to always be a scary thought. “Wait, I need to fear God? I thought He loved me.” “You mean if I sin, I have to go confess to the priest, who tells God, and I have to pray certain prayers?” Even then, it felt very Big Brother-ish, and for an 8-year-old that’s horrifying. It really wasn’t until I was an adult when I saw God and His Hawthorne Effect for what it was: unconditional love. We aren’t performing for Him; we’re partnering with Him. He isn’t here to punish us every time we screw up, hovering to critique, or waiting hand and foot to see what dumb thing we do next. He’s sitting on the bed while we clean up our mess, wanting us to talk to Him about it, and reminding us that we’re not alone.

The key to motivation isn’t self-discipline; it’s connection. The reminder that someone, or Someone, is right there with us. The next time you find yourself struggling to get started, extend an invite. To a friend, sibling, or the One who will never leave your side. Allow them to see you show up and just watch what happens. Being watched isn’t so bad when someone is cheering you on.

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They say that you can’t outdo the original, but this recipe serves a strong case.

This recipe started out the way most good things do. It was a night that I was craving comfort food without feeling like I was compromising on my goals or needing to change into sweatpants immediately after to accommodate the bloat.

I always have low-fat cottage cheese, a jar of Raos, and vodka in the fridge, and my wheels got to turning… high(er) protein spicy vodka rigatoni.

Starting at “I’m not sure how this is going to turn out” to “this is actually magic,” this recipe came to life.

Creamy without the heavy cream.

Buttery flavor without the butter.

Spicy without the sweat.

And protein-packed thanks to my all-time favorite trio: Fairlife milk, low-fat cottage cheese, and Greek yogurt. Altogether, they keep that rich, silky sauce that is somehow lighter than the original.

Calabrian chilis bring the perfect kick, while the vodka deepens the flavor.

Whether you’re making it for a date night, girls’ night in, or a cozy dinner that you deserve that won’t completely derail your goals SAVE THIS RECIPE.

The ingredients I swear by (because good ingredients matter):

• Organic Rigatoni Pasta (Publix, Walmart, Amazon, Target)

• Fairlife Milk, Fat Free (Publix, Walmart, Target, most specialty grocers… I have my opinions on Fairlife milk, but that’s a story for a different day. High protein is the goal here)

• Chopped Calabrian Peppers (Whole Foods, Walmart, Publix, World Market)

• Organic Low-Fat Cottage Cheese (Publix, Walmart, Target, Whole Foods, you get it…)

• Belvedere Organic Vodka (this is typically what I have in the freezer for Dirty Martinis  )

• Plain Greek Yogurt (most grocers carry this; so good and creamy!)

Now… I’m no professional and measure with my heart, but I can tell you this is dang close. If you try it or make your own version, I want to hear how it turns out! Comment or tag me. Seeing kitchen experiments come to life is one of my guilty pleasures :).

Ingredients

• 1 box rigatoni pasta (get the authentic and organic, yes it matters)

• 1 shallot, diced

• 2 garlic cloves, diced (or if you’re like me dice about 6 of those hoes)

• 2 tbsp. olive oil

• 1/2 cup Fairlife low fat milk

• 1/2 cup low fat cottage cheese

• 1/4 cup low fat Greek yogurt

• 1 jar Raos marinara sauce

• 1 small can tomato paste

• A splash of vodka

• Calabrian chilis (to your spice liking)

• Salt & pepper

• 1 lbs. ground beef, turkey, or Italian sausage (optional)

Instructions

• Boil water with a hefty amount of salt. Add pasta once boiling

• In a blender add Fairlife milk, cottage cheese and Greek yogurt to make the “cream” and set aside

• In a separate pan, add olive oil and shallot. Once shallot is fragrant, add garlic. After 2 minutes add tomato paste

• Once tomato paste has a smoother consistency, deglaze pan with vodka and let simmer for 2 minutes

• Add Raos marinara sauce to the pan and let simmer, then add the “cream”

• Add Calabrian chilis (less is more, taste test little by little until it’s to your spice level) & salt and pepper

• (optional) Cook lean ground beef or Italian sausage in another pan to add more protein

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Mind you, our suitcases had barely touched the perfect hardwood floors of the beautiful, enchanting (albeit too nice for us) Airbnb before What’s Up by 4 Non Blondes started blaring through the kitchen. It was like moths to a flame. Shoes flew off, someone had a Rockhill Chardonnay microphone, and within seconds we had a makeshift dance floor. It felt like we were kids again putting on one of our world-renowned living-room performances.

The Year was 2006

Suddenly, it was like my sisters, cousin, and I were in grade school all over again, except now two of us are 6’3’+ and all of us (but one) are significantly worse singers. We thought we were the Cheetah Girls on steroids.

The number of living-room concerts, choreographed routines, and synchronized swimming routines to whatever Miley Cyrus song was popular that our mothers and grandmother endured is honestly diabolical. We were in heaven – pure, shameless joy. Social anxiety fears us.

Being back together in wine country felt like the Spice Girls got back together and decided to go on their own Eras Tours. We laughed until our faces hurt, and only one of us walked away with a sports injury. Me. A pulled inner thigh after a successful 2024 Olympic-style break dance turn standing heel stretch. I’ve never done one in my life, and I’m the least flexible person you’ll ever meet.

Even with my new limp, I couldn’t stop dancing. It was a joy we didn’t even realize we’d been missing. After the first dance party, it hit me: Where did this spontaneous joy go and why did it ever stop?

Reality Check

Sometime between high school, being bratty teenagers, sports, college, bills, and the never-ending mission to “get it together,” we stop dancing just to dance.

We get ourselves in a routine of the “have tos.” We exchanged play for productivity. We all built incredible lives chasing goals, caring for others, and it seems like we’d rewired ourselves to think that joy has to be scheduled or earned after a productive day.

I call bullshit.

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Here’s What I Learned (Besides Stretching First)

These dance moves you ask? Not planned, or aesthetic, or even that cute, but they were real. Take a look for yourself:

You know the vibes.

Joy never truly leaves us. Like love, it’s unconditional. It waits patiently for you to call on it even if you’ve tucked it away for a while. It’s not mad at you, it just wants a seat back at your table! Joy is simple, accessible, and it’s worth practicing.

Where You Find It

Maybe your “dance party” is different. It’s a sip of coffee or calling someone who makes you laugh or dusting off an old hobby you put down and want to pick back up (hi, me).

Whatever it is just do it.

“NO RAGRETS.”

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I’m a big (corporate jargon incoming) “boil the ocean” kind of person. I dream big, I want what I dream of, and I want it now. Newsflash: that’s not how it works. Small choices every day add up to your life. These changes are hard at the beginning. They’re supposed to be. To make change less daunting, I noticed three things that made change bearable this week:

Gratitude

(Not just in the morning either)

“No shit. This is basic and boring…NEXT.”

HEAR ME OUT.

Unfortunately, everyone was right. Starting your day off on a high note, even when you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, and calling out a few things you’re grateful for truly does turn that frown upside down.

One morning I’m popping out of bed like a kid on Christmas morning ready to get after it. The next I’m just praying gratitude that God woke me up that morning and I have a warm bed to sleep in. Both hold equal weight in the world of gratitude, but it’s the fluctuation of what I’m grateful for that took me by surprise.

But it didn’t stop there. The part that saved me this week was that I wasn’t just praying gratitude in the morning and hoping it would carry me through the day. I was praying gratitude through everything. Even Miami traffic (if you know you know). Just when I was about to spiral into anger and stress, my mind flipped to, “Thank you, Jesus, for my car that is built to keep me safe.”

If you’re one of my siblings or childhood friends reading this you’re probably thinking, “Who is your ghostwriter, and what have they done with Syd?” It’s true. I’m a retired Reactive to my negative emotions. Practicing gratitude every morning is important, but don’t forget the rest of the day, too. There are blessings all around us constantly – we just need to train our minds to call them out when we see them.

Nighttime Routine

Getting into the groove of waking up to an alarm earlier than what I’m used to wasn’t the problem when I was looking to make lifestyle changes. I was an athlete my whole life until I graduated college, and now I work in healthcare. My alarm goes off sometimes as early as 4:00 AM. What saved me this week was adding a few things into my nighttime routine to make that 4:00 AM, 5:15 AM, or 6:00 AM alarm sound not so shrill.

• Charge my phone across my room starting at 8:30 PM:

  No screentime, no problem. I was putting my phone away 90 minutes before bed. Sometimes I’d read; other nights I sit in limerence about my next day. It’s okay to be bored because that will put you to sleep. Also, when my alarm would go off in the morning, I had to get up, walk across my room to turn it off, then I’d immediately brush my teeth. This creates energy in your body on a micro level to start waking up.

• Stop eating 3 hours before bed:

  Even up to three hours after we eat, our bodies are still digesting our food. That’s why when we’re super full, we get tired, but shortly thereafter, we get another burst of energy. By eating the last meal or snack of the day three hours before bed, we allow our bodies to get all that energy out so we can sleep soundly. What we don’t want is our body to be using energy to digest food while we sleep therefore ruining any deep or REM we could’ve otherwise been getting.

• Optional Sleep Aid:

  We all know the old reliable melatonin gummies used to sleep. Overtime, taking melatonin everyday could potentially affect the melatonin we naturally produce and, for women, lead to imbalances hormonally (so I’ve heard from the internet). This week, Ryze Mushroom Hot Cocoa, saved me and left me feeling revived the next morning. I refrained from having a warm cup of hot chocolate every night, but the few nights I allowed myself this sweet treat, I had the best dreams.

Adding just a few things into your evening to optimize sleep will leave you feeling like you’re giving your brain and nervous system a giant hug.

Doing It “Just Because”

A huge issue I run into is trying to give justification to decisions I make. Paralysis by analysis.

“Should I go on a walk now or do it later? What are the pros and cons?”

“What time should I post this at? What are the benefits?”

“If I want to have a second coffee then I should probably eat with it but I want to get up earlier tomorrow, so should I?”

BE SO FOR REAL.

After a few days of that, I decided I would just decide and do it just because. There doesn’t always have to be a justification or a reason for everything. Getting too caught up on the potential outcomes or “why” behind doing something could leave you in a cycle of not doing anything. Just do it.

Everything that saved me this week isn’t brand new information. These are things people have been doing for years, but the hard part comes when trying to find what works for you and how to edit when life changes.

The only thing that is ever constant is change. Having some tools in your toolkit and picking from it will ultimately lead you to where you want to go – one small change at a time.

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Over the last several days I’ve had writers block for this. “How,” you ask, “you don’t even have that many posts?” And you are correct. If the last one (The Greatest Hits of All Time) was about why change matters, this one’s about how it actually happens; slowly, awkwardly, and sometimes after hitting snooze three times. That’s exactly why I’m here to talk about habits, perfectionism, and change. These three things seem to be competing for their seat at the table constantly.

Let me explain.

The All-or-Nothing Trap

The research shows that a morning routine of any kind is a deal breaker for how the rest of the day will go. For as long as I can remember, if I don’t have to get up for something, work or class or a workout, I will snooze the absolute piss out of my alarm. If there is no urgency to get it done or be somewhere, you’ll catch me sleeping. “Okay, so I want to get up at 5 AM, brush my teeth, go to the gym, follow this workout split for each day, stretch, gratitude journal, then have a healthy breakfast. EASY!” The morning would come, I would flop over to my nightstand to turn my alarm off on my phone, contemplate my decision, and either go back to bed or scroll on my phone.

Now I’ve just wasted time, brain power, and filled my brain with everyone else on social media instead of focusing on myself. “Why even try this? This isn’t for me, and it’s not going to work. I want freedom of my morning and not to be so regimented,” is the story I’ve sold myself on until now.

The Master of Disguise

Here’s what I’ve realized. Perfectionism easily disguises itself as high standards. As an athlete/performer/high achiever, it’s natural to want to achieve great success, especially when you’ve tasted it. A win feels significantly better when it’s fully earned and not given out like a participation trophy. Don’t get me wrong this is a GREAT quality to have, but just like all great things, too much of it isn’t necessarily a good thing.

Too much of listening to this Master of Disguise can have us thinking, “If you can’t do it perfectly, don’t bother.” It makes small failures feel like a complete collapse. It’s like when you’re going to a new place in an unfamiliar city, make a few wrong turns, and deciding the whole trip isn’t even going to be worth it. The all-or-nothing mindset kills consistency before it even starts. That’s how it felt when I wanted to start writing again just a few short weeks ago. “You said you wanted to write every day, but now it’s been days without anything. You might as well just stop.” That’s when I decided to kill the all-or-nothing mindset before it could kill my ideas.

Breaking the Habit

Over the last few weeks, I’ve been tweaking my morning routines making the focus to be in the Word and out of my own way. Today, I didn’t snooze my alarm. Today, I read Mark 2:1-20 before I went on a walk to the beach before sunrise. Today, I came back and made myself a whole foods breakfast before sitting down to write this. Today, I started to break myself of the all-or-nothing shackles. When I was sitting on the beach, I thought to myself, “it doesn’t have to be this complicated, and I can edit my mornings to whatever I need them to be. As long as I’m starting my day with peace.”

Peace > Perfect (yes, you read that right…hear me out.)

With anything that isn’t fully serving us in life, we must reframe. Lowering our expectations for a little to build consistency. Showing up even imperfectly. Writing even when we don’t feel like we have the words. Instead of aiming for that perfect morning, I’m aiming for being present in my mornings. Sometimes that might look like water and the Word or a 10-minute walk vs. a 3-mile walk.

By lowering the standard ever-so-slightly allows room for patience and grace for ourselves. Feeling a small win of trying something new will build the confidence to keep you going. Imposter syndrome or comparison may creep in, and he’s just as bad as that rascal, the Master of Disguise. This isn’t about them. This is about YOUR WINS. Take the load off for a little bit, and see how you feel. I promise it’s worth it.

One Imperfect Step at a Time

Change isn’t about big gestures, rather small and repeated choices. Atomic Habits by James Clear tell us that creating habits must start small. Outcomes → Process → Identity. Our identity drives us to our process that result in the outcomes. Forming and refining our identity is sometimes the foreign and uncomfortable part which keeps us in the perfectionist cycle of doom. Showing up imperfectly is still showing up when you’re building a new identity within yourself. Change doesn’t have to come from doing everything perfectly. Most of the time, it comes from deciding to try again, one imperfect morning at a time.

We all have those two or three songs that we seem to always play when we get in the car. They go on a rotation, from genre to genre, depending on what mood we’re in, what vibe we’re looking to catch, or peace we’re trying to feel. For me, sometimes it looks like 2010s R&B with a rotation of Good Days by SZA, any throwback Justin Bieber, or something Drake. Other times I want to feel a little more at home with some folk country like Tyler Childers, Turnpike Troubadours, or modern like Morgan Wallen. Why do we do this? Other than because these folks are the greatest of our time… it’s comfortable to listen to music and artists that we know. That we come home to. That we don’t have to think about or rewire a pathway to happiness. We know we’re going to get it from our go-to songs.

When Repetition Feels Safe

Here’s the thing about playing the same songs. We already know every lyric, every beat, every feature. It’s familiar, but also very predictable. A playlist on repeat keeps us safe but also robs us of ever hearing the next song that might change our life. Just like music, repeating the same choices, routines, and cycle of comfort can keep us stagnant. Life will just continue to feel similar day after day with no real change. Simply an exchange of a few different songs, activities, and thoughts. There is never any true growth when we’re on repeat. This kind of comfort is grounding and has its place in our lives, but it’s incomplete on its own. The thrill we seek when we first heard the song will fade if we never give ourselves the opportunity to experience a new one.

The Case for Hitting Shuffle

Hitting shuffle on life can be super risky. When I shuffled on down to paradise with nothing more than what fit in my car, I could have easily failed. I never would have known the joy and this version of myself if I never switched up my playlist. Trying something completely new feels awkward and uncomfortable. It feels unnatural and, in some instances, scary. But this is where the magic happens. This is where we create new happiness and where we grow. The biggest thing sports ever taught me was to, “get comfortable being uncomfortable.” Success happens in this zone, and we must be okay with also failing here. Failure = growth. And if you think about it, the songs that we go back to today, the ones we blast without even thinking about it, started as something unfamiliar that we had to give a chance.

Where Growth Really Happens

The first time I heard Shake the Frost by Tyler Childers, it wasn’t really my style. It sounded strange and I didn’t connect to the lyrics until I gave it a few more chances. Now that song is one I go back to time and time again to feel that sense of comfort. Every skill, milestone, and achievement was at one point awkward and unfamiliar until we grew into it. This stage is proof that we’re adding onto our life’s playlist. It’s evidence that we’re growing into what God has called us to do. We might not fully like this song like the others, but there will always be something we learn out of listening to something new. Today’s comfort zone was built on yesterday’s risks. Our comfort zones are meant to be expanded. The more songs that we let in the bigger and better our playlists get.

Building a Better Playlist

I’ll always have my comfort zone bangers that bring me back to a place, a person, or simply just a feeling. I realize now that I only lean on those songs because I gave them a chance at some point in time. It’s good to remember to let in some new ones every now and then. Sometimes comfort isn’t necessarily about staying the same. Maybe it’s more about giving ourselves permission to grow into some new favorites.

“Genesis” is such a strong, yet underutilized term. I’ve asked myself recently, “what was the Genesis of ___?” What was the Genesis of that decision? What was the Genesis of that feeling? What was the Genesis of that thought process? This got me thinking… I need to take my whole self back to the Genesis of my joy. Which begs the question - what was the Genesis of my happiness?

Villain Origin Story

Ever since I could read and write, I always found happiness in writing. Writing projects at school were my bread and BUTTER. I remember one instance in Mrs. Woodward’s (I called her Mrs. Squidward, obviously) 2nd-grade class: we were doing a descriptive writing assignment where we had to write about an object of our choosing. I can’t remember what object I picked, because all I can remember is that Mrs. Woodward chose my paper as the example of how to do the assignment correctly. Even at the age of 8, I was competitive and thought I was shitting on hoes and basically Shakespeare.

High school was the same way. I absolutely loved my English classes, writing assignments in government, and even debate writing. Somewhere along the way I lost my skill, my vocabulary, and my purpose around writing. Not that I ever wanted to make a career out of it, but it was indeed the Genesis of my joy in many moments of my life.

Having My Way with Words

In other ways, it was what truly saved me. During extreme bouts of depression in my early and mid-twenties, I’d crack open whatever journal had found its way to the bottom of my backpack or closet and start to word-vomit all my dark thoughts onto paper. Now that my frontal lobe is semi-fully developed, I’ve started using writing as my joy before my brain lets me get to that low point. Moving to another state away from family and friends, working a job you hate, trying to find a new one, and throw in trying to find a life partner that’s of quality. Writing has been a cornerstone for me throughout my life, so why did I ever put it down?

The Rebirth

Let this serve as the Genesis of all Genesises. Resparking my joy, my happiness, and my creative outlet. Documenting my thoughts in a way that can easily be read for future me, future children, or something for you all to look back on if you hoes outlive me. Photos can only do so much justice when we look back on our lives. But what was I thinking on October 1st, 2025? What was I working through? What lessons did I learn and how? Obviously, that’s the same concept as a journal, but when your brain works as fast as mine, that pen can’t keep up!

This big brain has come full circle throughout my twenties. I’ve made all the mistakes one possibly could, experiencing places and people that deserve to be documented, and doing the work to reflect and build the life I want.

All Thanks to Him

As of today, I am 28.8 years old, healthy, happy, witty, intelligent, objectively successful in my career, living somewhere sunny (let’s call it the coast), with an itch for traveling and a growing relationship with God (more on that later). I’ve already done so much in the last 28.8 years. My hope for this is to be the Genesis of telling my story as it unfolds, while weaving in the lessons and core memories of the past. Clearly, I will not be utilizing ChatGPT or AI of any kind. Just me, raw, and uncut, with the occasional help from a thesaurus.

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Welcome to The Honest Optimist

If I’m being honest (and that’s kind of the point), I started this column because I wanted a place to slow down and make sense of it all — the good, the hard, and everything in between. Here are The Honest Optimist, we love finding the humor in everything, living life to its fullest, and hopefully learning something new to help someone else along the way. My mind is always running somewhere between “you should probably write this down” and “how did we get here again?” So I did!

Here we are.

This isn’t a guide or a highlight reel. The Honest Optimist is more like a collection of moments — thoughts on change, joy, routines, mistakes, and the funny ways life keeps teaching the same lessons until we finally get them. Some entries will be light and full of perspective; others will sound like I’m just thinking out loud. Most will live somewhere in the middle.

I can promise honest stories, a few lessons learned, and the reminder that even when things don’t make sense, there’s still a lot of good to notice.

If you’re someone who’s trying to figure things out with equal amounts of hope and sarcasm — welcome. You’re my people.

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