The first time I gardened was during the pandemic. I loved the smell of the soil and the delight of seeing things grow each day. The mint got out of control but the tomatoes, cucumbers, and lettuces were outstanding! I became so ambitious dreaming up my future gardens… but then I got pregnant with my son and since then I haven’t planted a thing.

Last week, I was coaching an engineering leader who kept returning to the concept of tech debt. As he spoke, I realized how closely it mirrors something I see every day in leadership and in life: emotional debt.

This morning, while I was still asleep, my four-year-old plopped himself beside me at 6:15 a.m. I was frustrated—mostly at myself. This, I realized, was on me.

Thank you for the outpouring of care and support after I shared my recent health journey. I feel deeply lucky—not just for the choice I got to make, but for the community holding me through it. On a different note, but one that's related to weathering hard things... the snow.

It’s been a while since I last wrote a post. That’s because I recently underwent a double mastectomy with DIEP flap reconstruction, an 8.5-hour surgery.