About

There's a specific kind of exhaustion that comes from holding everything together while also remembering what it felt like to be just you—before the mental load, before the constant notifications, before someone else's needs became your default setting.

Somewhere between the chaos and the coffee runs, there's a version of yourself that still exists. The one who spent hours perfecting an AIM away message. Who knew every lyric on a burned CD. Who had time to be bored.

This space is for her. And for who you've become since.

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The Candles (And What They Mean)

Every candle has a story—because if we're being honest, so do you.

Pretty Face
The outside? Polished. The inside? A group chat with 47 unread messages and a mental to-do list that won't quit. The face is on. The rest is... managed.

We learned to keep it together waiting for dial-up to load. Patience wasn't a virtue—it was a requirement. And honestly? We're still using those skills daily.

Stress Theory
Stress doesn't disappear—it just gets a glow-up. We learned this truth early: through dial-up buffering, cryptic AIM away messages, and the emotional devastation of being demoted from someone's Top 8.

Calm isn't our factory setting. It's something we had to earn, one existential crisis at a time.

Main Character
Burned CDs taught us everything we needed to know: if you're going to show up, make it count. Every track was intentional. Every skip was a choice.

We've been curating our vibe since 2003. Main character energy? We invented it.

Off Record (Paid in Cash)
Some things are just for you. The glow? Visible. The details? Absolutely not.

Paid in cash. No paper trail. No questions asked.

Déjà Vu Energy
The working theory that life is just the same day on loop—school mornings, grocery runs, bedtime negotiations—like we didn't literally just do this yesterday.

Groundhog Day called. It wants royalties.

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The Truth

You're not a "busy mom" checkbox.
You're not background noise in your own life.
You're a whole person with a past, a present, and a sense of humor about both.

This is the space that sees you—not the version performing for everyone else, but the one who exists when the house finally goes quiet.

The one who deserves something that doesn't ask anything back.

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The Reminder

You're not invisible.
You're not just surviving.
You're the main character—even on the days it doesn't feel like it.

This moment? It's yours.