Spilled Coffee & Sparkling Comebacks: The Day I Found My Fire
☕️ The Morning Mess
It started with a coffee spill. Not just a little splash on the desk—but a full-blown tsunami that soaked my notes, my charger, and the very laptop I had to submit a client project on.
I sat there, shoulders slumped, wondering if life had personally plotted against me.
Spoiler alert: It hadn’t. It was just Monday.
🚪 When Life Shuts the Door (and Locks It, Too)
I was 27, had just left a job that made me question my worth daily, and had dreams bigger than my confidence could handle.
People said, “Be practical, stick to what you know.”
But my gut said: “Try. Fail. Rise. Repeat.”
I didn’t have it all figured out—but I knew I didn’t want to settle. And that tiny voice inside me? It was getting louder.
🎤 The Unexpected Mic Moment
Fast forward 6 months: I walked onto a small stage to speak at a local women’s event.
Just me, a mic, and a room full of strangers. My hands were shaking.
“I used to think I was dumb,” I began, “because I didn’t follow the usual path. But sometimes, it’s in the detour that we find our real direction.”
And the room clapped.
Not because I was perfect—but because I was real.
💡 What I’ve Learned (So Far)
Here’s the thing no one tells you:
- You don’t need to have it all together to begin.
- Confidence isn’t born; it’s built.
- Spilled coffee won’t end your day. Quitting on yourself might.
I now run my own small business, speak at community events, and create content that empowers women just like the girl I was—nervous, unsure, but quietly brave.
💬 A Little Note to You
If you’ve ever felt too late, too quiet, too ordinary… remember, so did I.
And now I’m building a life that feels like mine.
Your story doesn’t need to be perfect to be powerful.
You just have to begin—coffee stains and all.
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