I used to think life was about getting to the next station. Now I’m learning that the real magic is in the ride itself—and that the in-between might just be where we finally feel at home.

On April 2, I was laid off from my six-figure job, and everything changed. Instead of rushing into the next chapter, I chose to slow down, start over, and document the journey.

What if boring wasn’t a sign you’re doing life wrong — but proof you’re finally coming home to yourself? A personal essay on romanticizing the mundane, reclaiming rest, and honoring the quieter seasons of becoming.

It’s been 57 days since I was laid off, and instead of sprinting toward the next chapter, I’ve been sitting in the quiet unknown. This post isn’t a list of takeaways or a tidy success story. It’s a reflection on what happens when life slows down without your permission—and the uncomfortable, beautiful lessons that surface when you finally stop trying to fix it all.

Burnout recovery, life after caregiving, and finding purpose after a layoff — this blog explores how one woman is rebuilding her life slowly and intentionally through tiny rebellions, cozy rituals, and creative rest. If you're navigating a life transition and craving slower mornings, softer ambition, and intentional living, this is your reminder that healing doesn’t have to be loud to be life-changing.

Come spend the first day of my new job with me. My company is located in the PNW, but I work east coast hours. I'll show you how I prep for the first day, set up my new work from home equipment, and more!

Traveling and moving about can be exhausting. Unsure of where or what to call home. I've learned that home isn’t a particular location. Home is people.

In Glasgow, I learned the difference between being alone and being lonely. Often, I am asked how I handle being alone on the road. In this post, I try to answer this question by discussing my experiences tackling these issues.