I Scaled My Handmade Business and Became a Stranger to My Craft

How do you reconcile building a thriving business with the grief of no longer doing the work that once gave you life? What if growth isn't always the goal? Is it possible to find your way back to the joy of your craft when achievement has led you away from creation?

I Built a Career Teaching Self-Care But I'm Burning Out

How do you set boundaries when your entire worth feels tied to how completely you can disappear into service? What happens when the work of caring becomes a hungry beast that needs constant feeding, and you're the only food source?