Between reality and imagination, I am many things: an aspiring author, a mother, a sportswoman, an ambitious corporate professional. This is not a perfectly curated life — it’s messy (and I hope you enjoy it) — because some of us weren’t built for still waters.
Here is where I lay it all down: the questions that haunt me, the quiet truths that won’t let go, the books that change me, the words that keep me awake at night, and the worlds I long to live in.
Feisty mind. Restless soul. Always moving toward the next chapter.
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Being able to sit with discomfort should get you medals. And choosing to surrender control and sit there anyway, not knowing the end, that’s next-level bravery.
This is technically a 2026 problem, but now that I’ve seen it on the horizon, I need time to think. To overthink. To spiral a little and prepare myself for the inevitable freak-out.
Because once the cat slips out of the bag, there’s no putting it back in.
2026. 2026. 2026.
feisty mind 
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