Hey Reader,

Something ridiculously small happened in my business this week.

So small it’s almost laughable.

I figured out how to adjust the spacing on my new website.

That’s it. A line break. A margin tweak.

And yet, something about doing it myself cracked open a floodgate.

I’ve had support (thank god), but I’ve also been deep in the trenches solo—writing copy, choosing colors, obsessing over fonts that feel like freedom instead of default. I'm not a trained web designer, and I’ve questioned myself more than once. But every choice I’ve made has been steeped in the essence of this work. My hands have touched every pixel.

Because no one else sounds like me. No one else is meant to call in the women I call in.

And when that tiny design win happened, it shifted something deeper:

• I remembered that I can figure things out.
• That I do have good taste.
• That I am capable of building this dream with both hands and soul.

It turned overwhelm into ownership.
Doubt into creative rebellion.
Exhaustion into holy spark.

It reminded me that my voice—raw, warm, poetic, precise—is the map.

And this business?
It’s not just a business.
It’s a living, breathing reclamation.

So thank you for walking with me as I grow this wild thing into a sanctuary for midlife revolution.

And now, I want to hear from you:

What’s one small win you’ve had lately—something so minor it almost didn’t feel worth mentioning, but shifted something inside you anyway?

Hit reply and tell me.
I want to celebrate the hell out of it.

Because those tiny moments?
They're everything.

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Your Benevolent Guide to Personal Freedom,