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I've spent my life thinking that I was behind. Behind according to the milestones I thought that I was supposed to have reached. Behind because I found myself learning lessons I thought I should have already learned. There is no such thing as behind. Maybe life isn't asking us to always be moving forward. Sometimes it asks us to return. It asks us to Circle Back.
Femininity isn't Passive
Femininity is often mistaken for passivity. They’re not the same thing. Passivity accepts whatever is placed in front of it. It tolerates poor treatment. It stays quiet to avoid conflict. It believes love is something to be earned through self-sacrifice. I’ve made this error in my own thinking and have given so much of myself away to prove that I’m worthy of love, worthy of being chosen. I…
Have you ever gone through a season where it felt like nothing was happening? Lately, that's how life has felt for me. Until I began wondering if maybe the most important growth isn't always the kind we can see. This month's reflection explores the Ace of Cups, receptivity, and the quiet work of growing roots before wings. Maybe slowing down isn't the interruption. Maybe it's the preparation. If you've been feeling stuck, waiting, or wondering what's taking so long, I hope this month's reflection reminds you that roots are growing even when the ground looks still. 🌱 Read the full reflection and August tarot spread at The Clever Confidante. I'd love to know what season you're in right now.
Today I couldn't help but think of the path I've traversed to be here... in this quiet season. My best friend since high school once told me that maybe all the heartbreak and disappoint was so I could write and relate. I don't know if that is true, but I do know that I've felt compelled and encouraged to set down my lessons. For myself. Maybe for others, too. And now that it's quiet and calm I think this is the time for integration. For reflection. We become who we are because of all the pieces of our story. The good and the bad and the boring. And what grows from the mud is beautiful.
I watched an older couple dancing and found myself wondering what had shaped their relationship into something that looked so effortless. That question reminded me of a science experiment involving plants... and led me to think differently about the people, ideas, and relationships we allow to nourish us. Because in the end, we're all watering something.
Coming Home
I don’t know what my life will look like. I don’t know where it will take me. But I know I need to keep moving forward. Just not in the ways I expected. In the discomfort of not knowing what comes next, I’ve found myself wanting to do more. To plan, prepare, and to uproot my life and convince myself that somewhere else might finally feel like home. Might finally feel like… arrival. Like,…
12 Days of Dreaming: July July's card is the Queen of Disks. A card of cultivation, stewardship, and trusting what is growing beneath the surface. June brought emergence. July asks for tending. Not every season is meant for blooming. Some seasons are for strengthening roots, building foundations, and nurturing what has only recently broken through the soil. The Queen's Garden is now live on The Clever Confidante. 🌱👑
We often hear that prosperity will "trickle down." But what happens when wealth no longer circulates? I recently came across a quote that made me pause, "There is no such thing as trickle-down economics, only modern-day fiefdoms." Whether or not you agree with that statement, it led me to ask a different question: What happens when wealth stops moving and begins to pool? "The Dammed Economy" is my exploration of the ideas of ownership, opportunity, wealth concentration, and why I think a river may be the best metaphor for understanding our modern economy. This isn't an argument for or against wealth, but more so an exploration of what happens when capital accumulates faster than it circulates, and what that might mean for the rest of us.
Sometimes the opportunity isn't meant to become your life. Sometimes it's meant to show you that you're finally ready for a different one. I recently found myself imagining a future I hadn't previously given myself permission to envision. Although that particular opportunity didn't materialize, something else did. I realized I was willing. That realization changed me far more than the opportunity ever could have. Today's essay is about disappointment, possibility, and why some doors open just long enough to remind us that we are capable of walking through them. ♥
For a long time, I thought the answer was that people simply needed to budget better. Work harder. Spend less. Make smarter choices. But the older I get, the more I wonder if that explanation is too simple. After twenty-two years of teaching, I expected to feel further from the edge than I do. Not wealthy. Not extravagant. Just... more secure. Instead, I find myself asking a different question: What happens when the cost of simply existing continues to rise faster than people's ability to keep up? Today's essay explores debt, work, freedom, and the growing distance between effort and security. "The Myth of the Budget" is now live on The Clever Confidante. Link in bio. #TheCleverConfidante #Debt #ModernLife #financialstress #economicreality
Why does life feel paused?I used to think I was the only one asking this question. The only one sitting in a comfortable, beautiful life that suddenly feels like clothing I've outgrown. Like a ghost haunting my own success.But the more I listen, the more I realize this restlessness isn't personal. It’s collective. We are all standing in the same doorway together, holding onto what was, while reaching toward an unknown future.If you are sitting in a season of uncertainty right now, this is your reminder that standing still is often exactly where everything begins to change. Read the full reflection on the blog today ✨
Many of us think people-pleasing only shows up in unhealthy relationships. But sometimes it follows us into the healthy ones, too. Sometimes we stop silencing ourselves out of fear of rejection and start silencing ourselves out of admiration, respect, or the belief that someone else must know better. In my latest piece, I write about a recent moment that forced me to look at a pattern I thought I’d already healed: how over-understanding the people we love can accidentally become a tool for self-erasure. When we hold back our hurts to protect a relationship from discomfort, we are also withholding the information someone needs to know us fully. We aren't trusting that the friendship is strong enough to survive our honesty. Read the full essay at the link in my bio. 🤍 #personaldevelopment #vulnerability #peoplepleasing #friendship #emotionalhealing #selfreflection
"Dating currently feels difficult because women are looking for men that don’t exist yet, and men are looking for women who don’t exist anymore." I read that on Threads recently and it stopped me in my tracks. As I've stepped back into the dating world after my own deep evolution, I realized the truth is much more complex than simple bitterness. The reality of modern dating is that both genders are grieving from opposite sides of the room. Women are grieving the years lost to self-abandonment; men are grieving the loss of a predictable landscape. Neither side is malicious, we are simply caught in the gears of a massive cultural transition, and both sides are struggling in ways that deserve to be seen. That's what my latest post explores.
Five years ago I wrote this and… I still stand by it. We are taught to mistake intensity for love. Butterflies. Chaos. Longing. Emotional whiplash. (Also apparently butterflies are sometimes just your nervous system saying “this is familiar, not safe” ... thanks bestie for that update 😂) But what if love isn’t meant to feel like a battlefield? What if it feels like peace, safety, and being fully yourself? Some lessons don’t expire. Always, Your Trusted Friend ♥
I used to think my fierce independence was my greatest strength. It took me a long time to realize that sometimes, hyper-independence is just trauma in a trench coat. It’s the exhausting mental labor of holding all the strings because you’re terrified that if you put even one down, no one else will pick it up. My latest piece is a very personal look at the exact moment I stopped asking for help, and why so many of us are white-knuckling our way through life under the guise of being "capable." Read "You Should Have Planned Better" at the link in my bio. 🤍
A little reminder from my 2019 self that showed up in my memories today. It’s funny how time passes, but the weight and magic of words never change. Still feeling every bit of this today.
June: Feminine Power