I don’t run for fitness. I don’t run for fun. But give me a deadline or a mission I believe in? I’m sprinting, and spoiler alert, that sprinting has sent me straight to burnout. I don’t know why I’m wired this way. Why I equate success with hustle. Why I feel most alive when I’m contributing, moving, fixing, and leading. I have a hard time sitting still. I like results. I like action. And yes, I’ve been called a control freak more times than I can count.

I didn’t post a blog post last week, just because it felt too forced. I haven’t even posted on my Instagram in over a week. The HORROR! Why? Honestly, it felt like performing, or more like needing to mark off another notch on my goal of 52 posts this year, or growing a following and having something to show for it. A few weeks ago, I felt a deep pull to stop posting altogether. And what did I do?

So here’s some tea: people can be wildly disappointing. I’ve been there—mad, walked over, hurt to my core, questioning if I’m even capable of loving well. The stories I could tell—but they’re not for the internet to know.

What if I did something kind of crazy—something that makes no logical sense from a marketing perspective? What if I paused? What if I started creating without social media? A pause from posting, scrolling, strategizing. A pause from entertaining so I can lean more into creating. Not a “I’m stuck” pause. Not an “I quit” pause. But a “this no longer fits me” pause.

Want to make your friends mad? Go on a hike, wait until they’re exhausted, over it, and ready to swear off nature forever, then hit them wit

How often do we get so deep in the weeds that we start becoming one? So caught up in the work, the hustle, the checking off of tasks, that w

College? Oh, it was fun.  I had the kind of good times where trouble was practically my sidekick. My dad still jokes that when I called home

I once met someone new, and they said, "Oh, my friend told me about you! She said, ‘Oh, Pam—she’s good at everything!’”

Life isn’t fair, but how you show up makes all the difference. Keep showing up, for yourself, with confidence and purpose.

This morning, I cried. And I am not a crier! It started with a note for school and ended in a lesson that nothing is wasted

Starting something new is awkward and uncomfortable, and you might not be great at it, but what sets you apart is that you started.