Okay, real talk time. 👀 Last Tuesday, I found myself explaining – again – why my 3pm Zoom call couldn’t wait until after my neighbor’s Tupperware party. “It’s just…this client could literally change…
Read moreOkay ladies, let’s get real. I’m sitting here with my third oat milk latte ☕, staring at a spreadsheet that’s basically my sleep paralysis demon at this point, and I suddenly realize: this…
Read moreOkay, confession time: I almost spit out my oat milk latte last week when my friend casually mentioned she’d tripled her handmade candle business revenue since quitting her 9-to-5. Three. Times. In a…
Read moreLet me spill the tea ☕ – three years ago, I was crying over my 9-to-5 spreadsheet job while secretly frosting cupcakes shaped like my tabby cat, Mr. Whiskers. Fast forward to today:…
Read moreOkay, let’s get real. 👀 I was doomscrolling through LinkedIn last night (don’t judge, we all have our vices) when it hit me: Every third post was a woman launching something. A skincare…
Read moreYou know that moment when you’re chugging your third oat milk latte at 9 PM while answering Slack messages…and suddenly wonder if corporate America accidentally assigned you a secret side hustle as a…
Read moreOkay, let’s get real for a sec. I was sipping my oat milk latte at this bougie Brooklyn café last week when my friend Jess slammed her laptop shut and groaned, “Why does…
Read moreOkay, real talk: I used to think “financial freedom” was code for “marry a stockbroker” or “win the lottery while binge-watching Bridgerton.” 🍷 Then one Tuesday, while drowning my spreadsheet sorrows in oat…
Read moreOkay, real talk: who else has cried in a Zoom meeting this week? 🙋♀️ No? Just me? Cool, cool. Let’s bond over matcha lattes and existential dread instead. Two years ago, I was…
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