I Sat Down with Myself

I didn’t have a “come to Jesus” moment, I'm more of a no gods no masters type. Nor did I sit down with incense, candles, and a crystal charging under the full moon. I had a pen that barely worked, an old notebook, and one of those “if I don’t change something, I might seriously implode” moods. You know the kind.

That was the day I finally asked myself the question I’d been dodging for years:

“Wtf do I actually want?”

Not what do I need to do. Not what do other people expect from me. Not what would make me look like I have my life together on the internet.

Nope. Just… what the hell do I want?

And let me tell you — that question hit me like a brick.

The Day I Finally Sat Down With Me

It wasn’t a glamorous moment. Honestly, it was more like a meltdown disguised as productivity.

I was sitting at my desk, surrounded by half-filled notebooks and forgotten planners. The kind you buy because maybe this one will fix your entire life if you just color-code it right.

I’d hit that internal wall where everything felt too loud. Too much. I’d been running on autopilot for so long, I couldn’t even tell you if I liked the direction I was going. I just knew I was tired.

So I did something wild.

I sat down, turned off all the noise, and decided to be radically honest with myself.

I wrote:

Where I actually was (not the sugar-coated version).

What was working (spoiler: not much).

What I was tired of pretending I wanted.

What I was afraid to admit I really wanted.

And why I hadn’t gone after it yet.

The answers weren’t easy. They were messy and uncomfortable and a little bit ugly. But they were mine. For the first time in a long time, I saw me on the page — not the roles I’d been playing.

I Realized I Didn’t Need a Life Coach — I Needed to Stop Lying to Myself

Here’s the thing: I don’t hate life coaches. I’ve learned from a few good ones. But I was at a point where I didn’t need someone telling me to find my “why” or visualize my dream home.

I needed someone to say, “Alright, here’s the truth. Now what are we going to do about it?”

And that someone had to be me. No one else can do this.

Because I already knew what I wanted. I was just scared to want it out loud.

Because I already knew what wasn’t working. I just didn’t want to blow it all up.

Because I already had goals. I just hadn’t built a system that worked for my actual life — not the Pinterest version.

So I built one.

So I made a thing: Built this for the version of me who was barely holding it together.

(And maybe for you, too.)

The “Be Your Own Life Coach” Planner

This isn’t some boss babe, hustle harder, manifestation bullshit.

This is what I used to pull myself out of autopilot and start living on my terms again.

It’s got:

A Wheel of Life and Self Assessment so you can see where you’re thriving (and where you’re lying to yourself)

A What’s Important Worksheet to help you figure out what actually matters to you, not your cousin on Instagram

Weekly goal and habit trackers for people who forget what day it is (hello, it’s me)

A SMART Goals Worksheet that doesn’t make you feel dumb for not hitting everything in a week

A Self-Care Planner for more than just bubble baths (because survival mode isn’t sustainable)

And real-life, use-it-when-you’re-a-hot-mess pages for planning, reflecting, and prioritizing when life feels like a dumpster fire.

This planner is for the days when you know something has to change, but you’re not sure where to start.

It’s for when you’re ready to stop outsourcing your life to “experts” and finally trust yourself to take the wheel.