Somewhere between trying to become everything I said I would be...and realizing I don't even have the energy for half of it...something shifted.

Not in a dramatic, cinematic kind of way.Not a breakdown.

Not a breakthrough.

Just a quiet, tired, honest moment of —there is not enough coffee for this shit.

And I mean that literally. I mean that figuratively. I mean that in every way a person can mean something when they're sitting with a cup that's gone cold and a to-do list that never gets shorter and a version of themselves they're still trying to become. I used to think I'd have it figured out by now.

Not perfectly — I was never naive enough to expect perfect.

But further along.

More settled.

More sure.

Instead I found myself in this in-between space that nobody really talks about.

Not lost enough to ask for help. Not healed enough to say I'm fine. Not who I was. Not yet who I'm becoming. Just... in between. And here's what I've learned about the in-between —people don't build spaces for it.

They build spaces for the glow up. The healing era. The soft life. The arrival.

But nobody builds a space for the part before that.

The messy, exhausted, still-figuring-it-out part. The part where you're burnt out but still trying. The part where you're becoming something new while running on empty.

So I built it myself.

That's what Not Enough Coffee is. It's not a wellness brand. It's not a self-help newsletter. It's not a highlight reel of someone who got it together. It's letters. Reflections. Honest conversations. Maybe it’ll help somebody, maybe it’ll help me.

From someone who is still in it —writing her way through the parts she can't say out loud yet.

If you're here...you probably get it.

And if you get it —pull up a chair. Sip somethin'.

We're figuring this shit out together. 😌☕