Dear Me (from 4 weeks ago),

I know you’re hurting right now.

I know you feel like the rug’s been pulled out from under you, like you’re free-falling through fear and uncertainty with no idea where—or if—you’ll land.

You’re worried about money. About identity. About worth. You’re scared you’ve lost something too big to name, and maybe even more scared that no one will understand.

But take a breath, because I need to tell you something:
You’re going to be okay. Actually, you’re going to be more than okay.

In the weeks ahead, you’re going to create something that didn’t exist before. You’re going to turn a spark of an idea into something real, something beautiful, something yours. You’ll learn to design, to market, to sell, to hope. You’ll connect with people in new ways. You’ll put your heart on display—and people will see it. They’ll feel it.

You’ll spend your days fully engaged with your daughters—with your mind and heart in the same place, not torn between work emails and tea parties and feeling like you’re failing at both. You’ll bake bread, make fruit leather, start a garden, read books just because they’re fun. You’ll stretch, walk, breathe deeper than you have in years. You’ll remember what it feels like to be fully present. And when your little one looks up and says, “Mommy, I hope you never find another job,” you’ll feel both the ache and the magic of this moment—and you’ll understand why it matters.

You haven’t failed. You’ve shed a life that wasn’t sustainable, and now you’re building something that just might be. You don’t have all the answers yet, and that’s okay. The money piece will come. The clarity will come. For now, just know this:

You’re growing into someone you were always meant to be.

I am so proud of you.

With love and deep trust,
You.

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