Hey Reader,

I caught myself the other day, halfway through a sentence that didn’t even feel like mine.

It was one of those tiny moments—you know the kind. Just making coffee, going over my day, already bracing for everything I’d said yes to.

And in that moment, something inside whispered, “This isn’t you anymore.”

Not because I was tired. Not because I couldn’t handle it.
But because I didn’t want to keep living a version of life that wasn’t written by me.

So I sat down and wrote something honest.
Something for anyone who’s been feeling stuck in a story that doesn’t quite fit anymore.

📖 Read: Become the Author of Your Existence​
A blog post about permission, plot twists, and taking the pen back.

It’s not about overhauling your life overnight.
It’s about one small sentence—one shift—that feels real.

And sometimes?
That’s enough to begin again.

With love,
Danette