Your next draft might just surprise you, just like those  first green blades of grass breaking through soil after a long frost.

If you need a quick planting prompt (because you're stuck):
On a fresh page, take some time and  jot down:
🌼 Three projects you’re proud of
🌼 Three skills you want to use more often
🌼 Three values you want reflected in your next role

I write for power.

Because there’s nothing more disorienting than feeling powerless. When a political transition erased my job — and the jobs of so many others — it left me spiraling. I baked a lot. I worried even more. I lay in bed some mornings staring up at the ceiling, wondering how to begin again… again.

Eventually, I realized what I needed wasn’t just a job or a plan. I needed a way to root myself.

I needed to rebuild something sturdy from the inside out.

Words matter. They always have.
They build worlds, bridge gaps, mend breaks — and sometimes, they become the very thing that saves us, because they are the most powerful thing on Earth. 

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been chasing the perfect sentence…