You don’t meet this much resistance when you’re headed in the wrong direction.

The burnout I’m feeling isn't a sign of weakness—it’s the signal that the soil in this current career has been depleted and I’ve officially outgrown the flower bed.

I can feel the energetic weight of this season pushing me toward a definitive finish line. There is a heavy, transformative pressure in my life right now that is forcing me to shed the performative makeup artist persona, and push toward my complete identity. It’s not just a change of heart; it’s a soul-level requirement. I’ve reached a point where my internal compass is spinning so fast it’s basically recalibrating my entire North Star. My north node is in Gemini, so I know I am meant to speak, and advocate, but also to manage big money, assets, and intense relationships. I’m literally at the fucking threshold but bitch, it’s a lot!

and that’s okay? because bitch we do it scared!!

They say it takes 21 days to form a habit, but it takes exactly 104 to perform a purge. 3 Mos. & 14 Days— the calculated and allotted span of grace I allow lames to linger before I say fuck them forever? ends today! The girls are rekindling an old flame, talking to older men, being a great mom, being stalked and harassed, and planting permanent seeds for success. While they are busy quoting my vlogs, studying my website, and blocking/reporting my account out of fear, I am busy expanding the brand. You can’t antagonize a woman who doesn't compete in the scum league, but you can 100% piss me the fuck off.

Sitting on the phone with a suicide hotline for over 3 hours became the final spiritual awakening; it was the moment I realized that the sorrow I was feeling wasn’t meant to break me, but to move me.

I called this life into existence when I had nothing but a suitcase and a prayer, and today, I am living in the evidence of Romans 4:17.

Because, Bitch! Recently, I had the honor of hosting first masterclass ever! My Metamorphosis Masterclass at MAC Cosmeticsssss. Looking at the flyer—the professional shots, the signature looks, the "Pro Artist" title—it’s easy to think it was all smooth sailing. But behind the scenes?

It was a literal fucking metamorphosis moment of my own. 😩

Mind you? While I was planning this event, I was caught in the middle of a perfect storm:

• I was navigating the heavy transition of a breakup.

• I was in between housing, trying to find my footing, no money at all.

• And to top it off, the official approval didn’t come through until just two days before the event on February 12th.

• Which is crazy bc even my ex knew I wanted to do this, I submitted my first proposal in October

In the Bible (Luke 14), there’s a story about a great supper where everyone had an excuse to stay away—business, family, timing.

I could have easily used any of my "whys" as an excuse to prolong this or cancel it entirely. I was concerned it wouldn't happen, but I refused to procrastinate on my own growth.

It is the oldest story told: the man who misleads the woman not because he hates her, but because he is terrified of the garden he cannot maintain without her.

My womb remained a sealed temple because my bloodline refused to be a bridge for a man who would not protect my name, or face, in a room of white people, nor neglect the urge to cheat with local scum and jeopardize this temple’s health. Bitch, that 'unpleasantness' and lack of peace he felt was not my voice, nor my temporary era of inebriation —it was the weight of my lineage standing in the hallway, an ancestral barrier denying access to a light he never intended to honor.

They desire the “Elitism” as a mantle for their trash ass reputation, the personality to mask their silence, and the aura to heal the ghosts they are too pussy to face on their own. 

They are the sons of Adam, standing in the garden of our making, pointing at the fruit they did not plant and claiming the harvest as their birthright. Yes, energy siphoning..

Psychic fucking Vampirsm. 

Like the first man, he offered a serpent’s reassurance while leading me toward a fall.

Btw? huge fucking mistake.

Dear Diary, let’s talk Rooting & Stabilization.

As someone in my twenties, trying to navigate establishing an ideal and sustainable life, it’s easy to feel overwhelmed. We're bombarded with expectations, financial pressures, and the dizzying array of choices that could define our future. Ignoring any "piece of the pie"—be it unresolved trauma, self-sabotaging patterns, or external toxic influences—is only setting yourself up for a poorly baked future. Don't build a life on an incomplete blueprint; address every crack, every weakness, because you’re the one who has to live in that house. This isn't about dying physically; it's about "dying to the flesh"—

which means shedding old habits, mindsets, and energies that no longer serve thy highest self.

and I want to also credit my friend Heaven for introducing me to the term and the idea of what this rebirth cycle/process is. I’ve smashed plates before, and of course I journal and pray, but I’ve never made it such a “thing”.. but bitch this is the year where we’re taking self care beyond the surface.

Here’s how to officiate your own liberation if you’re into that kinda shit too:

Step 1: Ignite the fire & the Burning Desire to:

Fix Your Shit

First, you have to feel it in your bones, that undeniable urge to change. For me, it was a slow burn, then a sudden conflagration of "enough is enough." The initial step is always identifying the issue. This can be painful, swift, or a gradual dawning, uncovering external factors, internal struggles, or simply realizing you are the bottleneck.

hi. so, this is a bonus post:

bc God has been good to me, and I want to disseminate that progressive energy unto you. I’m also in a veryyy chatty mood. and this is the FIRST post to enable comments, so you can chat too! <33 that’s the first success of this post, and I’m sure you’re dyinggg to read all about the others.

so, first of all?

September has always felt like a Thursday. Not in the way that November does, but in new beginning, tomorrow’s Friday kind of way. If that makes any sense at all.

Not in the fireworks-and-confetti way of January, but more like a quiet, internal shift. Or it’s the vibe that if not already set in place, a shift should be occurring sometime in the near future. The air gets a little crisper, and there's a sense of return, of settling in and getting serious. 

#MakeupfortheModernDayDoll

Girl, I don't even know an accurate way to express this – because I am just that damn excited! If you're following me on social media, you already KNOW what just dropped... and for me? It's huge. Technically, it's a never-before-mentioned topic on this blog, so of course, I'm going to give you a dramatic introduction, set the stage, and then offer a little backstage action too!

We're strolling, sun's doing its thing, and I'm trying to channel my inner nature goddess. One moment, I'm marveling at the verdant expanse, the next I'm contemplating the sheer audacity of a park being a veritable metropolis for all things creepy and crawly (which like I can’t complain cause that’s totally their home and I’d be the invader) Trotting alongside ducks and trying not to get mowed down by someone on a fucking unicycle (girl yes, a unicycle!), we managed to soak up some glorious Vitamin D. then set some sights on what I’m sure was some form of a snail graveyard. It was giving very much "life is fleeting, even for gastropods."

But let’s get real. All I could think about was how adulting is a whole new level of "hard." Having a fucking vagina? Hard. Being a girlfriend? Difficult. Finding balance? Also hard. And don't even get me started on starting a business…. But let’s focus - I’m spiraling. 

For too long, I've cherished your beautiful inquiries, your heartfelt pleas for guidance in the artistry of makeup, in the bold venture of personal enterprises. And for a sec, I admit, I hesitated. But fret not. It is time to surrender to divine guidance, to embrace the very essence of the craft I was placed on this earth to share.

My purpose, my exquisite raison d'être, is undeniably clear: to extend a helping hand, to nurture a sisterhood through beauty, foster authentic connections, and above all, to ignite that radiant spark of confidence in every single darling soul, including my own. 

#ParkStrollstoChargetheEntrepreneurialSpirit

dear diary, learn why I quit my job and view my personal iPad notes from attending the Rise-Up Womanpreneur Conference.

These women, and so many others, were living proof of what happens when dedication meets divine purpose. A speech by Meghan Carew, the supervisor of a Women's Emergency Shelter and the visionary behind Grace's Door, left an indelible mark. Meghan’s initiative and her unwavering commitment to supporting women in dire circumstances stirred something deep within me.

With my own passion for healing the hearts of domestic violence victims, her words resonated with a profound intensity.

It was a powerful reminder of the impact one person, guided by purpose, can have on the lives of others. The sheer grit and compassion woven into the fabric of Grace's Door sparked a lil fire in my soul, pushing me to reflect on how I can better align my gifts with service to those who need it most.

All the mental gold I soaked up that day — the inspiring conversations, the powerful testimonies, the undeniable spirit of resilience – really weighed heavy on my soul.

So girl, I woke up that next morning in tears, and resigned from my new position at Crate & Barrel.

dear diary, DLFCE LLC turns Two!!!

I yearn for the familiar solace of my craft, the transformative power of makeup, the boundless realm of creativity.

I have SO much gratitude for all the support, the love, and the loyal community - and I hope everyone’s dreams literally come true. I plan to take the neccesary steps to enhance my personal brand, and achieve my best version of Proverbs 31.

dear diary, this post is 75% friendly criticism, 20% lip combo, 5% praise

The activity had me all over it, making it the perfect birthday excursion.

It’s also nearby a Sephora - which if I wasn’t going through birthday motions, I would’ve actually registered seeing and spent all my money that day (because I needed to claim my birthday gift ofc). This was the ONE appointment I technically wasn’t late to, because I pushed it back to 3:30 😍

dear diary, I am one step closer to renting a vehicle without an extra fee <3

The outfit hunt was a bit nerve racking.

We didn’t get a good group photo together at brunch.. or dinner lol. So I did include a photo of us at the Parthenon replica in Centennial Park, here in Nashville.

Get the scoop on my background in makeup - discovering the POWER of understanding color theory and corrector.

What do we think “CC” stands for?

is it cute cat? is it cool cucumber?? is it coochie cream???

TRICK QUESTION.

It’s all of the above.

But today, it’s ✨color corrector✨

I am NO thrifting expert.

I’m not even sure that’s a thing, but I have some fashionably thrifty friends who will eat you, me, and our grandmas up when it comes to a good find!

I am absolutely a fashion girly, it was my very first “love”, or passion - BUT my newfound vibe is thrifting ✨furniture✨.

Since moving between Nashville and Portland, my shopping habits have definitely evolved a ton.

“He emphasized that while you may not always use them, having these high-quality items on display can elevate your overall presentation and professionalism.”

I came about booking a seat for the class after seeing it once, or five times on Instagram (cause clearly his marketing is on fucking point?!). and since I have the suppressed feeling of FOMO after not landing the position at MAC Cosmetics here in Nashville… nor was I able to walk in my own college graduation ceremony… I thought maybe taking a certification class that would grant me a cute diploma and discount to match.

First of all? Shoutout to White Claw! They commented on my instagram post, AND are responsible for setting the stage with a lot of my college vibes - so let’s all just thank fruit flavored alcoholic seltzers (cause fuck hard alc.)

I must say though, despite all the shit-talking, I fostered genuine connections that blossomed into a beautiful support system.

Friends transformed into family,

each bond deepening with shared laughter and tears. It was within these connections that I learned what love truly is. Wintre was one of my very FIRST friends in college - alongside Katie, who just drove across the country and back, for me! Other genuine people I met in class, like Erica Nyarko, or best friends at social events like Inesss, and cool ass work friends like Claire, Alyse, and Maelyn.

(I luv all my hoes!!)

dear diary, this is the Garden Photoshoot Lookbook & Portfolio, marking the turn of an era into a new chapter of life.

As I planned this photoshoot, I intended to pay homage to the bittersweet journey through the enchanting yet odd landscapes of Oregon.

It reflects both the triumphs and trials I've faced, a tapestry of success and failure that has ultimately led me to a clearer vision of who I am meant to be. With each click of the camera, I celebrate the growth that has emerged from the shadows, embracing the person God crafted me to be, a little more certain and a little more free.

Here’s a simple organic hair serum recipe especially tailored for kinky-coily Grade 4 A, B, and C hair types

The hashtag transforms into a movement, where being demure is redefined—embracing vulnerability while standing firm in self-assurance. Or perhaps, it is a recognition that softness can coexist with power, allowing femininity to blossom in its own unique way.

Decorum,

a word steeped in history, conjures images of proper conduct and refined manners. It whispers of the ways in which women have been expected to present themselves—composed, graceful, and always aware of their surroundings. and let’s talk about it! This notion has often dictated that decorum defines the feminine nature, enforcing stereotypes that women must adhere to a set of rules regarding behavior and appearance.

Bullshit.

Owning a business empowers women to reclaim their narratives. It allows them to create spaces where their voices can be heard, and their visions realized, free from the constraints imposed by male-dominated industries. Financial independence is liberation!

I've created this digital e-book, containing over 75+ personally curated and verified vendors.This E-Book was created to guide you down a path that’ll ensure you have the tools to start your own e-commerce business, the right way.

I hope that this resource encourages you to step boldly into your entrepreneurial endeavors and unlock your full potential as a future millionaire.