I spent years working hard, doing what I thought I was supposed to do, and still somehow never gave myself the chance to figure out what I actually wanted. So here I am — midlife crisis in full swing, trying to untangle what matters, what doesn’t, and what the hell comes next.

Most of these conversations start in my dressing room. It’s the one place I strip everything down — no makeup, no filters — and decide who I want to be that day. Sometimes I get it right, sometimes I don’t, but it’s always real.

If you’ve ever looked around at your life and thought, “Wait… how did I get here?” — then you get it. You’re my people. This space isn’t a glossy highlight reel; it’s messy, unfiltered, sometimes funny, sometimes heavy. I want to hear your stories, too. Because none of us have this figured out — and maybe that’s the point.