You don’t have to escape a masked villain to be a final girl.
Sometimes survival looks like waking up after grief.
Sometimes it looks like leaving someone who loved you wrong.
Sometimes it’s simply choosing yourself again and again.
You survived the story that tried to break you.
Now you get to write the one where you rise.

Some days I’m the queen of my to-do list. Other days? I spiral into guilt, anxiety, and analysis paralysis. This week reminded me that maybe the secret isn’t ‘doing it all’—it’s giving yourself a little grace.

Break up with what no longer loves you back — and make room for the life (and self-love) you truly deserve.

I moved to New York chasing reinvention, routine, and rooftop martinis. What I didn’t expect was losing my job less than two months in. This is the story of navigating heartbreak, career curveballs, and finding myself all over again - one solo date night at a time.

Two days. One city. Zero regrets.
In this blog, I’m walking you through 48 hours in Paris — red lips, croissants, champagne, and all. Whether you’re a first-timer or a forever Parisienne at heart, this itinerary is designed to help you live boldly, flirt with beauty, and savor every magical moment. Et voilà.

“Some women fall in love in Paris. I fell in love with my life.”
When I booked my first solo trip to Paris, I thought I was just going on vacation. Instead, I came back changed — more confident, more free, more me. In this post, I’m sharing the story that started it all — and how you can plan a solo adventure that just might change your life too.

Nine days, 49 hours of driving, one dog, and way too many Champagne Problems—this is the story of how I moved across the country with red lipstick, playlist power, and a little help from the Midwest. Buckle up.