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Growing up, I was told sensitivity was a flaw. I heard it in classrooms, in friendships, in passing comments that stuck to me longer than they should have. “You’re too sensitive.” “You take things too seriously.” “You’re overreacting.” For years, I believed them. But sensitivity was never the problem. The problem was that no one…
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Growing up, I didn’t understand why certain comments cut so deep. I didn’t understand why insults stuck to me like glue while other people seemed to brush them off. I didn’t understand why being sensitive felt like a flaw — something I had to hide, toughen up, or “fix.” Now, at 38, I finally see…
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Some people know exactly what they want at 18. Some people follow a straight path from high school to college to career. Some people bloom early. And then there are people like me — the late bloomers, the quiet growers, the ones who don’t rush their becoming. I’m 38, and I feel like I’m just…
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A reflective essay on being a late bloomer and starting over in your 30s. Why life doesn’t need to be figured out by 18, and how blooming later brings clarity, confidence, and alignment. Some people bloom early. Some bloom loudly. And some of us bloom quietly, slowly, and on our own timeline — long after…
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I went to a tattoo convention a few years ago with my sisters. An artist they knew was going to be there, and I think my nephew was going to get a head piece done. While we were there, I was looking through the artist’s portfolio. He had same very good, detailed art. And I…
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When Being Quiet Gets Misinterpreted: The Hidden Challenges Introverts Deal With Introverts don’t choose silence because we’re rude, mysterious, or “giving serial killer vibes.” We choose silence because it’s how we breathe. It’s how we process. It’s how we exist. But the world doesn’t always understand that. Growing up quiet means growing up misunderstood. People…
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Well, seeing that my pet is a 14-year-old cat, she might have something sarcastic or sassy to say. I would come home from work and say, “Hey kitty” and she’d look at me with the death glare that cats tend to give and say, “Go fetch my food, human.” Or I could be on my…
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I would redo 2021 if I could. That was very bad year for me, I made bad financial choices, bad career choices. A four-year relationship ended, and I was following a path that wasn’t meant for me. First off, I would have ended that four-year relationship much sooner. I wasn’t happy in it, and I…
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As I get older, I’m becoming more intentional about the voices I allow into my life. Not everyone deserves a front‑row seat. Not every opinion deserves space in my mind. And not every mindset aligns with the woman I’m becoming. I’ve learned that protecting my peace isn’t about cutting people off — it’s about recognizing…
