I change my mind weekly. Honestly? Lately it feels like hourly. The holiday season does something to the brain. Like someone plugged my internal compass into twinkle lights and now everything short-circuits at the faint smell of cinnamon. One minute I’m determined to have a calm, organized December. The next minute I’m in the corner…

At some point you have to look at your life and admit: You’re not “living.” You’re submitting an endless selfie video to the universe, hoping one day it emails back: “Congrats babe, you booked the role of Yourself.” Meanwhile you’re performing calm. Performing chill. Performing “I’m so low maintenance, please love me, I barely exist.”

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you can absolutely be the main character… even in a discount grocery store with suspiciously cheap avocados and fluorescent lighting that reveals your soul. Trust me. I know because I keep doing it by accident. Some people have their main-character moments in glamorous places, fancy restaurants,…

If you ever want to understand the true nature of a woman, ask her what her inner world sounds like. Mine? It’s a group chat. A full one. Muted, of course. But active in a way that defies science, sleep schedules, and common sense. People assume quiet girls have quiet minds. Absolutely not. If anything,…

Holidays have this strange talent for turning perfectly normal humans into loud, glitter-covered chaos goblins who suddenly develop Olympic-level opinions about your life. Meanwhile, you, the quiet, observant one, are standing in the corner nursing a drink and reading the room like it’s your side-hustle. This guide is for the girls who don’t need to…