SheKnowsNow

It happens that plans don't always work out in life. Everything is subject to change, and although it may appear improbable that things will improve, remember that there are people who are experiencing similar circumstances, and try not to become pessimistic. Since we are all human, I hope that by telling my stories, I will uplift you and bring some wisdom, humor, and light into your life.

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I’ve lived a colorful, globe-trotting life — from the vibrant landscapes of Kenya to the fast pace of the U.S., the dynamic culture of Korea, and the laid-back charm of Australia. Along the way, I’ve worn many hats: from customer service, personal training and consulting to interpreting and beyond. Each job taught me something valuable, shaping my understanding of people, communication, and connection. But no matter where I’ve been or what I’ve done, one thing has stayed constant: my desire to do work that truly matters — something that brings healing, support, and real value to others. After years of exploring different paths, I’ve come full circle to what feels most aligned with who I am: helping people in a meaningful, heartfelt way. Whether it’s through language, empathy, or simply being a bridge for others during important moments in their lives, I’m here to create impact with authenticity and purpose.

I only Asked for the Bare Minimum

There’s a unique kind of ache that comes when you realize you weren’t asking for too much- you were simply asking the wrong person.

So often we tell ourselves to be patient, to be understanding, and to give grace. We learn to shrink our needs to fit what someone else requires from us. We learn to settle for crumbs just to keep the peace—telling ourselves it’s enough, because the thought of conflict feels heavier than the hunger for what we actually deserve.

But let’s be honest, the minimum should never feel like a negotiation. When I ask for the bare minimum, what I meant is:

I only asked to be respected.

To be spoken to with care.

To be chosen, not tolerated.

To feel emotionally safe, not ignored and punished with silence.

To be met with honesty and not gaslighting.

To feel like my feelings matter and not be told I’m too sensitive.

Wanting to be seen, supported, and emotionally held is not too much.

It’s not asking for too much.
It’s asking for what love is supposed to feel like.

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