exactly a year ago I got rejected from what was supposed to be my dream job and I wrote this essay about the experience… being rejected in this way completely shattered me. I was two months postpartum and a week away from turning 30.

I could have never imagined how important it was for me to fail loudly like this.

because of this rejection, I finally committed to building my own thing, and started pursuing the idea that had been calling me for so long. I stopped hiding my weird creative self and started putting myself out there. my capacity stretched in mostly magnificent, often painful, ways as a new mom and a new business owner.

this year I surprised myself a lot. I failed a lot and experienced lots of quiet, and a few jaw dropping, moments of success. I had more fun than I ever have. this year I felt conviction in my path more days than not…

i’m really grateful to the one-year-ago version of me for sitting in this deeply uncomfortable place. it’s amazing how quickly and drastically we can grow and learn and shift from such painful and embarrassing rejections like these 🥹