Earn better. This is for anyone who feels the itch to change. When I read somewhere that hair stores trauma, I knew I needed to cut mine. Not a trim. The whole thing. I did it once before, nine years earlier after getting married (the first time) and starting Ladies Get Paid. I craved that energy again. Freshness. Newness. Possibility. My hair was starting to feel like a burden, literally and metaphorically. It represented a version of me that I’d outgrown, or at least was in the process of…

Earn better. This is for anyone who struggles with a gratitude practice. Let me guess: you’ve tried gratitude journaling. You dutifully listed three things you’re grateful for. You felt… nothing. Or worse, you felt guilty for feeling nothing. Like you were failing at being grateful, which is somehow even more depressing than just being ungrateful in the first place. You’re not broken. The practice is. Where Gratitude Went Wrong Gratitude journals exploded into mainstream wellness culture in…

Earn better. This is for anyone who feels like they can’t show up as their full, messy self. My wife was not thrilled that I shared our debt number to the entire internet a few months ago. Some family members also raised their eyebrows at my “oversharing”…and they’re not wrong. But I’m conflicted. On one hand, I understand their desire to keep “things private.” On the other hand, the topics I cover (money, negative self-talk, being a woman in the workforce, heck, being a woman), are so…

Earn better. This is for anyone who feels the gap between where they are and where they want to be. This was the year I lost my ambition. Or so I thought. When I started Ladies Get Paid, I dreamed of building an empire. Millions of people, millions of dollars. But then too many hiccups happened: misplaced bets, bad luck, bad timing, and I went from big dreams to just wanting to provide for my family. Now I’m the primary parent for our 21-month old twins, having lost breadwinning privileges to…

Earn better. This is for anyone who has ever felt shame about needing help. I use the self checkout at the grocery store so I can avoid the checkout person. I don’t want them to see that I’m using food stamps. Five years ago, I was at the pinnacle of my career. I’d landed a mid six-figure book deal and thought I’d finally proved that I could do good work and make good money. Then, what took years to build was gone in two: the pandemic decimated my business and my son was born with severe…

Earn better. This is for anyone who feels like their current title—whether it’s on your business card or just in your head—doesn’t quite fit anymore. Like you’ve outgrown it, or maybe it never really fit to begin with. For years, I introduced myself the same way: “I’m a career coach.” It felt safe. Legitimate. Something people could understand at a dinner party. But lately, I’ve been trying on a different identity: “I’m a writer with a newsletter about women, worth, and work.” Same work….

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Earn better. This is for anyone who has ever wanted something they couldn’t afford. There was a woman at the retreat who smelled like money. Not in a gaudy way. In a way that made you pause mid-sentence when she passed. The kind of scent that lingers in a room after someone leaves, the kind that makes you lean in slightly during conversation without realizing you’re doing it. “What are you wearing?” I finally asked, unable to help myself. Of course it was expensive. Out of my budget…

Earn better. This is for anyone who has ever wondered who they’d be without their job title. I vomited on the bus. Not the grand entrance I’d imagined for a wellness retreat designed to “heal, restore, and revive” me for the next season of my life. But there I was, winding through the Tennessee hills, coffee sloshing in my empty stomach, losing it completely before we’d even arrived. If I’d known what was coming, I might have taken it as a warning. But looking back now, I wonder if it was…

Earn better. This is for anyone who wants something desperately but can’t seem to follow through. It’s 2am and I’m staring at the ceiling, running through the list in my head. Five projects. Five unfinished screenplays and book manuscripts sitting in Google Drive in various stages of almost-done. Every single one matters to me. Every single one feels urgent and important and mine. And yet. When I have time to work on them — those precious hours when the kids are occupied and my inbox is quiet…