Okay, let’s start with a scene we’ve all almost lived: me, standing in a grocery store line six months post-divorce, holding a carton of oat milk and a sad-looking avocado, when my card…
Read moreOkay ladies, let’s get real. Last Tuesday, I spilled oat milk latte on my laptop while binge-watching Bridgerton for the third time. Cue the panic spiral: Do I dip into my Bali vacation…
Read moreOkay babes, let’s get real over virtual coffee ☕. Remember that soul-crushing moment when your boss says “we need to talk about your vibe” because you dared to wear red lipstick to a…
Read moreOkay, let’s get real. Two years ago, I sat at my kitchen table wearing pajama pants stained with cold brew, staring at a laptop screen that screamed “insufficient funds” in 14px font. My…
Read moreOkay ladies, let’s get real. Raise your hand if you’ve ever stared at your bank account like it’s a cryptic text from your situationship 👀✋. Three years ago, I was that girl –…
Read moreOkay ladies, let’s get real. I spilled matcha on my laptop yesterday while pitching to an investor over Zoom. The screen froze mid-sentence, my cat started yowling, and I accidentally flashed my “I…
Read moreOkay, real talk: who else has stared at their bank account like… 😳 inserts GIF of blinking confused owl …and wondered why “financial freedom” feels like a mythical unicorn? Spoiler: I used to…
Read moreOkay, real talk – who else has secretly Googled “how to become the next Sophia Amoruso” while pretending to adult? 🙋♀️ Last Tuesday, I sat cross-legged on my apartment floor surrounded by half-empty…
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