My career is not owned by the market, my manager, or my Mom’s expectations. I have nothing to prove. I am entitled to zilch. I simply have ownership. I hold the deed to my career. I am a keg of magic no matter what is determined by a hiring team or case study. I choose to activate my success.

Shrinking is no longer an option. I choose to no longer wait for room at the “cool kids table”. I choose to sign and date my own permission slips. It’s up to me to ensure there is an equal exchange of energy between myself and the work. I choose to neutralize resentments that breed burnout.

I choose to ditch the drama. I choose joy to co-exist with the work. I support the world from my heart first and skills second. I choose to take myself off the hook. I choose to engage my lady balls and do brave instead of fearless. My resilience comes from pause instead of pressure. I choose self-trust over doubt as many times a minute as it takes to maintain my confidence.

Worth is never earned - it was established when I arrived in the 1900’s. I choose to drink more water and digest less negativity. I choose to slow the f*** down while also getting the hell on with it. Accomplishments and failures are chapters - not definitions. I am doing the work and doing the fun. I am the one who cultivates my career and it no longer runs me.

This is my declaration of daring.