I went dark with my website and business expensive hobby on July 2, 2026, because continuing down the path I was on ceased being an option, but I didn’t yet have an inkling of what was preparing to be birthed. I’m writing this on August 4, 2026, and a lot has shifted in my internal world over these past 33 days.

I’ve been working with Shelby since January 2025, and she’s freaking rad. May everyone have a Shelby to hold space for them and to help them process shit.

As an anti-capitalist and former activist who went by “Justice” back in the day (to evade identification by law enforcement), I know that my views aren’t always relatable or even palatable…

I’d been navigating liminal spaces of varying degrees for a long ass time in relation to my business (very) expensive hobby. Finally, in mid-spring of 2026, I could no longer deny that the path I’d been heading down for years was no longer working (and never really did), and I found myself questioning whether I even wanted to be online and in business at all.

Life feels like a high-stakes ping-pong game right now. I recently shared that I was in a deliciously liminal space (can you say oxymoron?!). Well, that deliciousness was short-lived. I felt a panic attack arising in my chest during a work meeting on Wednesday, only an hour after I'd gotten off an emergency call with my therapist. The trigger: a combination of my employer's new mandate to fully embrace AI in ways that I can't avoid…

I used to be a people pleaser — especially in my romantic relationships — and would shape-shift myself to meet others' expectations, even when it meant betraying who I was. This post is about breaking the cycle of people pleasing by getting to the root of the issue: remembering who you are, living in integrity with your true nature, and setting boundaries.

“As you move closer and closer to pure integrity, as the windowpane of your mind grows more and more transparent, you will begin to love everything, and it will be obvious to you that everything loves you back.” — Martha Beck

One of the challenges I've faced throughout my awakening journey is an absence of rage. I know that sounds weird—that it's been a challenge—so hear me out...

This post is about the importance of us women taking up space if we're going to have any chance of saving humanity from itself. But we'll get to that in a moment. First, I want to share a story.

I took my last drink on December 25, 2022. The fact that this was newsworthy is part of what makes this post vulnerable, as is the fact that I first shared this post only eight days into my sobriety. This post explores why I decided to quit and what happened, and it ends with some reflections on escapism.