By day, I am a 9-to-6 professional. I navigate dashboards, operations, and the predictable rhythms of a corporate office. But lately, the vibes have shifted. The morale is low, and I’ve realized the structure of my life no longer fits the woman I am becoming. I can’t walk away just yet, the financial reality is real, but I am starting the clock.
Recently, I did something I haven’t done in over 30 years: I cut my hair short.
It sounds like a small thing, but it was a declaration. For three decades, I carried a certain look and lived within certain expectations. Shedding that weight was the first physical step in a much larger rebuild.
I have two kids, Milkie and Milo. They are my center. But I’ve come to realize that the foundations I’ve lived on for years are no longer wide enough for the growth I need. Sometimes, a season of life simply reaches its natural conclusion. It’s not about things being “wrong” or “bad”, it’s about recognising when a space has become too small. To be the mother they need and the woman I need to be, I have to architect a path that is entirely my own.
My goal is $10,000 monthly profit in one year.
I need that independence. I need to know that I can sustain our lives on my own terms so that when I finally leave the 9-to-6, it’s for good.
I’ve used the name “Auntie Stella” since my university days. Back then, it was because friends would always come to me with their problems, treating me like their personal “Auntie Agony.” I’ve spent years listening to everyone else’s stories, now, I’m finally writing my own.
I am tending to a quiet garden in the shadows, a collection of projects born in the “5-to-9” hours. They aren’t all “ready.” Some are still just seeds in a notebook, others are quiet experiments in my kitchen or on my digital canvas. I’m not revealing the details today because perfection is just another way of staying stuck.
I’m using this space to bridge the gap between the corporate dashboard and the life I’m manifesting. From the late night logistics of raising my children to the cosmic timing of Bazi, I’ll be documenting the small wins and the quiet lessons of what it actually takes to start over.
I’m rebuilding my life, one late night at a time. I don’t need it to be loud, I just need it to be solid.
Day 1 starts now.
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