I used to think strength was measured by ability. By what came easily. By what I could already do well. But life has a way of dismantling...

I used to take rejection as a final answer. A closed door? That meant I wasn’t supposed to enter. A denied opportunity? I assumed it...

There was a time when I believed motivation was the key to success. That if I could just stay inspired , if I could just feel ready , I’d...

There was a time when I measured my worth by my resume. The titles I held, the degrees I earned, the achievements I stacked like trophies...