I used to be the kind of person who wouldn't start something unless I was confident I could do it perfectly. Blank documents sat open for hours. Ideas circled in my head without ever landing on paper. Plans stayed plans.
Then, slowly, I began to understand that perfectionism is not a quality — it is a fear in a very convincing disguise.
So here I am: imperfect, in progress, and finally willing to say out loud what I'm working toward.
1. Growing This Blog
When I started writing here, I told myself it was just for me. A place to think out loud. A corner of the internet that was unapologetically mine.
And it is. But I also want it to grow — into a real community, a place where women who refuse to be defined by a single interest can find each other. Women who are curious about money and art and travel and the texture of an ordinary Tuesday. Women who are, like me, figuring it out as they go.
I don't know exactly what that looks like yet. But the uncertainty is part of it.
2. Continuous Learning
I have never wanted to stop being a student of the world. Not in a formal, credential-chasing way — though I respect that path — but in the sense of keeping my curiosity alive. Reading widely. Sitting with ideas that challenge me. Learning enough about economics, philosophy, art history, and neuroscience to have genuinely interesting conversations at dinner.
Learning, for me, is not about accumulation. It is about staying porous. Open. Willing to be surprised.
3. Prioritising Family
This one is less glamorous than the others but perhaps the most important.
I grew up understanding — not intellectually, but in my bones — that the people you love are the point. Everything else is context. I want to build a life where I am truly present for the people who matter to me: not scrolling through my phone at the dinner table, not postponing visits because I'm "busy," not saving the good conversations for some imagined future when things calm down.
Things rarely calm down. The time to show up is now.
4. Creating Art
For a long time I kept art — painting, drawing, making things — separate from my "real" life. As a hobby. Something I did when I had time, which is to say, almost never.
I am trying to undo that separation. Art is not a reward for completing everything else on my to-do list. It is a practice. A way of seeing. And I want to take it seriously — not to become famous, but because the act of making something from nothing is one of the most alive I ever feel.
5. Making a Positive Impact Through Teaching
I have always loved the moment when something clicks for someone — when you can see understanding arrive in someone's eyes. There is nothing quite like it.
I want to teach. Not necessarily in a classroom, though I don't rule that out. But in the broader sense: through writing, through mentorship, through the kind of conversations that leave people thinking. I want to contribute knowledge, not just consume it.
Five goals. None of them finished. All of them worth chasing.
The perfectionist in me wants a clearer roadmap, a set of metrics, a timeline. But the part of me that is slowly learning to trust the process knows that the point is not to arrive — it's to stay in motion, stay curious, stay honest.
So here's to the journey. However imperfect it turns out to be.