Before we go on: I’m HYPED AS FUCK for this trip. The magic of Bali is legendary — my Instagram DMs are flooded with people telling me so. I’ve got a two-hour chakra-focused massage booked, complete with crystals, oils, and sound healing. I’ll be visiting temple ruins. I’m staying at a stunning resort on a mountain, overlooking the ocean. It’s the dreamiest thing.

But hype and dread can coexist, okay?!

Sometimes, the highlight reel exists because I want to make YOU laugh, give YOU a little hope, inspire YOU to drink more water (even if I haven’t).

Even if I can’t necessarily give those things to myself every day.

I want another baby.
But not right now.

I want to feel those magical kicks again, to witness a life dancing and growing inside me. I want a redemptive birth, one that feels empowering and healing.
But not right now.

I Don’t Like Change. Like, at all. Big change, little change, medium change. I know this isn’t unusual, but I’ve been hyper-aware of it for as long as I can remember. I wish I was adaptable.

I grew up in what is now called an almond mom household. (If you’re unfamiliar, an almond mom is a parent who follows incredibly strict or borderline unhealthy eating habits…

Alright, let’s get personal-ish. Friends… what do I have to say about friends? To be honest, this topic was suggested by ONE of my friends, so I didn’t have any big opinions or wisdom to share at first.

I’d say I grew up in a full-send Catholic household, but that wouldn’t be entirely true. I guess I fell somewhere between the fully devout and the CEO Catholics—you know, the ones who only show up for mass on Christmas and Easter.