Waking up angry wasn’t the problem.
It was what the anger was trying to say that mattered.

For a long time, I thought I was the problem—because I was angry. Often before my eyes were even fully open. The day would stretch out in front of me like a relentless demand, and I’d already feel empty.

I went to bed carrying guilt, convinced that my rage meant I was broken.

But I’ve learned that anger isn’t a flaw—it’s a flag.
It shows up when we’ve held too much, too quietly, for too long.
It’s trying to protect us.

Turns out raising kids and running a business have more in common than you’d think… spaghetti rejections, no-shows, and all.

For many of us, December isn’t the real turning over of the year. Life shifts with school terms, family schedules, and new rhythms. By letting go of productivity-driven year-ends and embracing what truly fits, we open space for honesty, relief, and connection.