Today, this New Yorker is processing mixed emotions. Last night, the Knicks pulled off an incredible comeback victory that had New York City celebrating like rent was suddenly optional. Today arrived—the start of the World Cup, which would feel more exciting if Italy was actually in it. I'm experiencing irrational devastation. Somewhere between celebrating New York and questioning Italy's life choices, I realized: life feels like this sometimes. Joy and disappointment arrivin

Lately, life has felt like standing in a room filled with half-unpacked suitcases and unanswered questions. I like plans and timelines, but this season is teaching me trust. Sometimes we don't get clarity first—we move first, and clarity catches up later. Even exhausted, juggling work and motherhood, I'm still moving forward. Maybe we're not supposed to have it all figured out. Maybe we simply trust the next small step.