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I am sitting in the Delta lounge right now, looking out at the runway with a plate of grits, sausage, and cheese in front of me. I swear Delta makes the best grits. I have been waiting for this moment all week. I am on the patio, the sun is hitting just right, and out of nowhere it hit me. I really love my fucking job. And what makes it even crazier is that this job didn’t even exist when I was growing up. Being a content creator was not something anybody planned for. Nobody

Donations Earlier this year, I went through what I like to call a soft reset . Not a full life restart, just a major spring cleaning of my space, my energy, and honestly, my spirit. I didn’t throw away my old furniture; I donated  it. My entire living room, my bedroom set, gone. I didn’t even want to take a single piece into my new space. I was in that kind of headspace where decluttering felt like healing. The old couch It wasn’t just about furniture. I had just come back fr

There was a time when I went out of my way to make sure everyone liked me. Not because I needed validation, but because I wanted people to see I was cool. I didn’t want to be the pretty girl who thought she was better. I wanted to be the one who could hang with anybody. The chill one. The funny one. The down to earth one. So I said yes to things that didn’t deserve a yes. I kept people around who didn’t deserve access. I let disrespect slide just to prove I wasn’t stuck up. I