A Pure, Polished, Path

It’s officially been a week since I quit my job. Seven days of waking up without an alarm, but somehow more awake than ever. The kind of awake that doesn’t come from caffeine or routine. It comes from freedom. This weekend, I packed a bag and went to Toronto with no itinerary, no expectations, just curiosity. The city was alive with World Series energy, costumes on every corner, laughter spilling from rooftops, and the kind of crisp air that reminds you you’re alive. Somewher

There’s something quiet about real change. It doesn’t always show up with fireworks or a perfect routine or a “this is it” moment. Sometimes it just slips in… right between your morning coffee and the moment you check your views. Today felt like that. Day 24 didn’t come with a huge win. It came with a shift, a softer one, but still powerful. I looked at my life, my habits, my energy, and realized… I’m finally settling into the woman I’ve been trying to become since Day 1. Not

Yesterday, I quit my job. No backup plan. No next step waiting in line. Just me, standing in the space between what was and what’s next. Today is Day One. It feels strange and beautiful all at once. Like I’m floating, but somehow grounded. Like I’m blowing with the wind, but finally in the right direction. For years, I followed routines and expectations that didn’t quite fit. I learned, I grew, I gave it everything I had. But deep down, I knew I was meant for something more a