We Went Back… This is our first apartment as a couple…we lived on the third floor. When we lived here over a decade ago, about 12 years ago, we were on food stamps. We’re in Chicago for a few days, and Chris had the idea to visit our old apartment. The moment he suggested it, I felt a wave of emotion. That apartment held so many memories—good, hard, real. It’s where we lived when we were just starting out. I was studying for the LSAT. I took two trains and a bus to get to work. Chris was driving a 1998 Mitsubishi Galant to his job at Chicago Public Schools. All of our furniture—aside from maybe a couple of pieces—was free. Craigslist finds. We paid $550 a month in rent, $575 with parking. That was our world. Today, we drove down the same streets we used to travel every day, and I couldn’t stop thinking about the girl who used to live there… about the couple we were back then. We had no idea. We had no idea that the day-to-day decisions we were making in that tiny apartment would one day lead us to a life we never imagined. We didn’t know we’d go from a $575-a-month apartment to a 6,500-square-foot home. We didn’t know that working multiple jobs and putting our honeymoon on hold would one day turn into being able to travel together freely, to celebrate our love in whatever way we chose. We didn’t know we’d be parents to a beautiful little girl. We didn’t know that one day, we’d start a business together—one that would grow into a multimillion-dollar company, one that wouldn’t pull us apart but would actually bring us closer. We didn’t know that a single idea we believed in would change everything. And yet, I don’t look back at that time with pain. Not even a little. I remember the joy. I remember the laughter. We would sit on the couch for hours watching Heroes. We used to make fresh smoothies from the mangoes sold by the man on the street. We didn’t even have a headboard—we slept on a bedframe with a mattress—but we were happy. Really happy. I was so in love with my husband. We had just gotten married when we moved into that apartment, less than a year in. And it didn’t matter where we lived. I was just so grateful to be his wife.

I’ll drop mine in the comments.

Today, my husband and I took off in the middle of the day—not because something went wrong at work… but because something was beautifully right at home. It was our daughter’s birthday. We have a lot to do to get ready for the Chicago tour this week. A lot of logistics, prep, emails, and moving pieces to handle. But we still cleared our schedules. We cooked her breakfast together. Dropped her off at school—together. Then returned later with a white box of cupcakes… and a real-life princess we hired to lead activities with her and her classmates. Her face lit up the moment she saw us. That joy? It reminded me exactly why we do what we do. After school, we picked her up—side by side—and now we’re chasing her around an indoor playground, soaking up every moment. Because no matter how full our plates are, we will always make room for what matters most. We didn’t build this business to get lost in it. We built it to have the freedom to show up fully—especially for our family. Cupcakes, cartwheels, and quality time… all because we own our time. Here’s something I’ve learned over the years; Always remember: your values should lead your vision. And your family should never have to fight your business for first place.

That used to be me. I’d wake up early and go to bed late— thinking if I could just push a little harder, I’d earn my rest. Several years ago, I hit a wall. Not physically, but emotionally. I was producing, launching, speaking, showing up— but still felt overwhelmed. I loved the work, but I hated how it was running me. So I stepped back. Fully. Took a sabbatical. And here’s the wild part… Everything kept going. The business didn’t collapse. God showed me— I was never the one holding it up in the first place. Now? My output has gone up. Our revenue has grown. But I don’t carry the same weight. My nervous system is regulated. My peace isn’t optional—it’s scheduled. That shift didn’t come from a new planner or productivity tool. It came from renewing my mind. I had to ask: Why do I feel guilty when I’m not grinding? Who told me my worth was tied to my work? What would happen if I truly trusted that rest is holy? Science backs it up— strategic rest improves decision-making, lowers cortisol, boosts creativity. But long before Harvard said it, God said it: “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” — Matthew 11:28 So if you feel the pressure to prove, perform, and push… Maybe it’s time to pause. Not just to recharge— but to remember you were never built to carry it all. Rest well today.

Look, them folks don’t care for real. lol Set high goals. Break glass ceilings. Do what YOU actually want to do. Love people - yes, but don’t let their thoughts of you become your personal prison 💅💅 I’ve been embarrassed publicly and I’ve always recovered. I have a 100% success rate and guess what I keep going higher and higher 🤷🏽‍♀️ Everyone isn’t supposed to get you . That’s why you should only pray to and praise the one who does.🙌🏾 SAY ONE BIG GOAL YOU HAVE IN THE COMMENTS!