A guy friend of mine recently helped me put together a piece of furniture. I had told him I was going to do something afterward, but, of course, I got caught up doing something else entirely. He jokingly—or maybe not so jokingly—mentioned that I might have ADHD. And my first reaction was… what? At first, I laughed it off. But then I started noticing patterns in my daily life. One day, while cleaning my apartment, I realized I had done all of the following in rapid succession:

Full transparency: I do not  know how to pace myself. Lord knows I need help. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been built to just get it done . My process usually looks something like this: Plan Overthink Overthink again Prepare some more Overthink one more time. Then execute……and sprinkle a little extra overthinking on top. And yes—it gets done. But here’s what I’ve realized over time: getting things done doesn’t always mean doing them well—or in peace. For years, I thoug

I tell people all the time that God has blessed me to meet some pretty dope people in my life. Truly—I've crossed paths with some incredible souls who have encouraged me, inspired me, prayed for me, and walked with me during seasons when I didn’t even know I needed support. But let me be honest… they haven’t all  been great. Some people brought joy. Some brought lessons. Some brought challenges I didn’t expect. But every single one of them brought something I needed to learn.

One thing life has taught me—sometimes gently, sometimes the hard way—is that we all have discernment. Every single one of us. That quiet inner knowing. That nudge in your spirit. That feeling in your stomach that whispers, “Pay attention.” But just because we have discernment doesn’t mean we always believe it. Most of the time, we don’t want to. We want to see the best in people. We want to give grace. We want to believe that someone’s potential matters more than their patte

Growing up, I used to watch people around me—family members, neighbors, church members, even people in the grocery store—and notice how age changed them. Not just physically, but emotionally. Some grew softer, wiser, more peaceful. But others… they grew harsher. More bitter. More short-tempered or passive. More guarded in ways that felt heavy. Even as a child, something in me paid attention. I remember thinking, “I never want to grow older and become that mean person.” Back t

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