I’ve been noticing a shared desire among the brilliant women I’ve been connecting with lately. A desire to pull back from constant output. To create more room for rest, creative expression, spacious joy, and the things in life that actually matter most to them right now. And alongside that desire, there's usually also hesitation. A lingering fear…That wanting more spaciousness means you'll have to quit your business entirely. That limited capacity means less money. That it has to be either ease or income…but not both. And I don’t believe that’s true.

I have a confession to make: I "failed" at entrepreneurship many times. By failing* I mean, I burned out from entrepreneurship several times, trying to make what I was doing financially viable, and I went back to corporate more than once because I couldn't make it work. Even though I said I wasn't giving up, part of me felt shame around it and felt so deeply frustrated. Why can't I make this work?!

When I rebuilt my business from the ground up postpartum, I was determined to do things differently in a more aligned way. I was done with the sprint-crash burnout cycle. I was no longer willing to sacrifice time with loved ones, my health, or my creative joy, to achieve “security” or “success.” What I desired felt both simple and wildly ambitious: A flexible, thriving, fulfilling business that allows me to be a present mom.

As we finish out this last month-ish of the Year of the Snake, I can feel myself being asked to shed the final layers of myself that apparently still need to dissolve. Since early December, so many things I thought I knew just burned away. I could have fought to keep my original plan, but I knew that would have made this season more stressful than it needed to be. So instead, I surrendered.

It's the last day of 2025, and feeling this relaxed at this time of the year is a new sensation in my body. Last week, I was lounging at a hot mineral spring resort in the California desert. My body wrapped in a hotel robe, it was chilly 60s misty, perfect level of cold to balance the warm waters. I felt a deep sigh of exhale…I felt at ease. 

I wanted to take a moment to celebrate my clients, who are putting themselves out there and boldly expanding into their next evolution. Especially as daughters of immigrants and women of color, it can be so hard to cultivate inner safety in our bodies to go beyond the “secure,” respectable options that have been expected of us. I'm so proud of the visionary, deeply caring, powerful, brilliant, creative entrepreneurs they are!

Okay we are back with Part 2 of Q3 client wins!! 🥳

This last quarter has been full of life transitions, pivots, and expansion. And through it all, these brilliant visionary entrepreneurs, mothers, and creatives have shown up with so much grace, loving connection to their bodies, their voices, and continued to become the person Little Them wished existed. Here are some of the powerful life wins that my clients are celebrating! 

If you're multi-passionate and multi-talented, the very thing that makes you brilliant can also leave you overwhelmed. Too many good ideas. Too many directions. Which makes it hard to choose one, show up consistently, and actually sell. What you really want is to feel clear and focused. Not just inspired and busy, but moving forward with confident, aligned action that leads to results.

Having enough good ideas was never my problem in business. It's probably not yours either. The brilliant, deeply creative, and overqualified folks I work with usually don't struggle with ideas. If anything, they have too many. Too many projects they want to start. Too many problems they feel they need to fix. And not enough clarity on what to focus on first. "I should revamp my website, I should post more content to get my work out there, I should go to more networking events to market myself, I should start my newsletter and grow my email list.” Maybe if I had one more hour…a little more energy…I could push through and get everything done. I know this feeling because I've been there.

I used to overthink so many business decisions, especially earlier on in my entrepreneurial journey. There was a part of me that needed to make sure it was the “right” step. I needed to know that it would succeed and that I wouldn’t look like a fool. I needed to be legit, overqualified, and have it all together before taking any action. Because otherwise, that would be embarrassing. 🙈 It’s the Noona in me. 

I met my younger self for coffee today. She showed up stressed, her shoulders tight from carrying pressures and burdens she didn’t yet have words for. Chronic back pain made it hard for her to sit for more than ten minutes. I told her, your body is carrying so much. It won’t always be this way. She was in her 20s, feeling lost, chasing after security, success…a sense of worth and safety. But no matter what job, relationship, or city she ran to, she couldn’t sit still. She felt stuck, like her voice was buried somewhere deep inside. She longed to create, to express, but something blocked her. I told her, you’re carrying generations of silenced stories, but one day your voice will flow freely.

You know those rare, out-of-body moments where you just want to freeze time and soak it all in? Like, WOW, this is incredible…let me download this straight into my heart forever. That’s exactly how I felt a few weeks ago, sitting cross-legged on the floor of a fluorescent-lit room at the local library. Around me: a chaotic spread of tambourines, shakers, a giant communal drum, and a sea of giggling babies with their parents. It was Teo’s very first music class—Baby Band—and it was pure magic. 🤩

Hello! Can you believe we’re halfway through June already?! It’s been 2 months since I gave birth to my son, and it feels like I’m coming out of a hazy magical challenging fog of postpartum recovery, breastfeeding, bonding, and learning a whole lot of new skills all at once. I’m running on a few hours of sleep per night and feeling delirious and exhausted, but whenever I see my little boy smile and hear him coo, it makes my heart burst with bliss. 🥹🤩❤️‍🔥

My word for 2023 was Pleasure. It’s a charged word, I’ve noticed, when I shared my intention with others—some responded with a hint of discomfort, others with delightful resonance, most were curious to learn more.

Happy lunar new year and 설날 (seollal, Korean new year)! It’s officially the year of the DRAGON. 🐉 How are we feeling? Personally, I’ve reached the point in my pregnancy where my body feels pretty uncomfortable. I won’t burden you with my full list of symptoms, but let’s just say the goal is no longer to find a comfortable position—realistically, it’s to find a position that is as comfortable as my body allows. My tiktok has inevitably turned into pregnant-tok, and one of the staples you might find in this corner of the internet is: a pregnant mama wakes up from her third nap of the day and is asked, “What’d you do today?” and she sassily responds with something like, “I grew a pair of kidneys and lungs, what’d you do today?”

Happy full moon~ 🐺🔥 I’m writing you with a smile on my face because just as I began typing, my baby started hiccuping in my belly. Entering my third trimester this week, I’ve noticed that these hiccups have gotten STRONG. Although it’s a bit of a strange sensation of rhythmic pulsing in my belly, it always makes me smile visualizing him hiccuping and floating in the amniotic fluid of my womb.

It's me, Eunice. It’s been a while…how have you been lately? I'm writing you from Claremont, CA where I've recently moved (back) to, and my body’s been feeling the slowwwwness of winter especially these past few weeks. Despite all the commotion around new year’s resolutions and post-holiday back-to-work “full steam ahead” shenanigans, my body’s mostly been in yin mode, recovering from 2023 and embracing the reflective, introspective, cozy, bundled up hibernation vibes of the season as much as possible. Probably also has something to do with the fact that as some of you know, I am pregnant!