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! 

Some seasons stretch you in every direction. 😮‍💨 Maybe you're navigating a breakup, caring for a parent, or moving to a new city while growing a business that matters deeply to you. Or maybe you're balancing motherhood with work, moving through your fertility journey, or recovering from a season of burnout. You’re making decisions across lifetimes of expectation and identities, while trying to stay present enough to create. And that presence, the one your work needs to thrive, can feel slippery when you’re constantly adapting, adjusting, tending.

As an eldest daughter/Capricorn rising/first gen immigrant who’s used to being very future-focused and goal oriented, always looking at the next goal and the next milestone, it’s taken A LOT for me to be able to celebrate my micro wins and the present moment. But it’s also been one of the most powerful rituals for me to feel more proud of myself, more peace, confidence, and trust knowing that what I’m doing is working, and have more evidence to show my brain and my body that things are happening. This is why my clients and I regularly celebrate their wins, and I’ve seen this transform their relationship to themselves, how they see themselves and their work, and their momentum to keep going.

You’ve worked so hard to be here. All that inner work…the therapy, healing, learning to unlink your worth from your productivity, embracing your softness, reprioritizing your values, learning boundaries, reconnecting with your roots and creativity. And now that you finally feel more peace and present beyond the survival mode you were stuck in, the thought of growing a profitable creative business that meets your financial goals sounds daunting. Not because you can’t do it, but you’re afraid of sacrificing your peace.

When you redefine what success means to you and live your life from that new definition, Not everyone will understand. When you choose to build your business from an aligned, more intentional place honoring your capacity and nervous system…when you say no to urgency, Not everyone will understand. And yes, while your community or entrepreneurial friends might cheer you on for resting or slowing down, the subtle pressure can often come from home. That tension can feel like a weight you carry quietly, because you want to honor their story, but also create a new path that works for you.

I don’t believe in grinding my way to success. I’ve been there, and it’s not cute. 🙈 I’m all about building a life-first business—one that supports your well-being, priorities, and the life you actually want to live. Because if your business isn’t aligned with your life, it’s easy to slip into overworking, second-guessing, feeling constantly drained, or feeling stuck. And if we ignore the personal when talking about business, it inevitably shows up in our business decisions…through our fears, conditioning, worries, and the stories we tell ourselves.

If your body is in survival mode, your business will be too. You can have the best strategy in the world…but if deep down, you feel like you have to prove your worth, overdeliver, or work twice as hard to deserve your success, your business will feel exhausting. I know this because I’ve lived it. I see this with so many daughters of immigrants, new moms, and creatives who want to share their gifts with the world…with limited time, energy, and capital…wondering if it's actually viable, or worth it.

I used to be terrified of failure. Like many other high-achieving first-gen eldest daughters, I grew up telling myself it simply was not an option. Not only would it feel horrible, it would be embarrassing. 😳 Not just for me, but for my whole family. I speak in hypotheticals here though, because I didn’t really fail much growing up. ➡️ Because I didn't let myself fail. I was great at school and picked extracurricular activities I knew I wouldn't struggle with. (Except when my high school made us do mandatory sports, and I picked cross country. I sucked, but I was worse at hand-eye coordination sports with balls. Even THEN somehow I ended up on Varsity, mostly because our team wasn't very fast and JV didn't really exist 🤣) I basically only put myself in situations where I wouldn’t fail. Because when I succeeded, I was praised and validated, and I felt loved and valuable.

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. 🤩

What traditions will you keep, release, and create? Teo is now 8 months, and it’s officially his first holiday season. This year has been a lot of firsts. His first giggle, his first blowout (first of many 😅), and now his first experience of twinkle lights on our Christmas tree in his cozy flannels. His eyes light up at the sight of colorful lights, and experiencing this season through his gaze has been pure magic. 🤩 And as magical as it feels, there’s another layer I’ve been processing.

Thriving postpartum starts with supporting you first. When you think of preparing for postpartum, what comes to mind? What kind of diapers should I get? How many bedtime onesies do I need? What kind of nursing bra will fit me? Is the Snoo actually worth it? These are important, yes—but when I talk to postpartum mothers, weeks or even years after giving birth, their deepest struggles rarely have to do with the material side of postpartum.

Navigating Your Partner's Return to Work Postpartum: July 15 loomed over me for weeks. I was in denial. As the date crept closer, I couldn’t shake the dread…the pit in my stomach. Early postpartum for me was a lot of things: relief, gratitude, bliss, exhaustion, soreness, weakness—a raw, tender blend of it all. But one thing I couldn’t deny was how deeply supported I felt. My husband, umma, mother-in-law, postpartum doula, and my village held me with such care. I knew how rare that was, especially here in the U.S.
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Being an eldest daughter and a 누나 (“noona,” or older sister) has been a huge part of my identity. I mean, how could it not? My earliest life memory is when I was 4 years old sitting in our Seoul apartment, wearing a ballet tutu and my Minnie Mouse headband, bottle-feeding my 6-month-old brother. It’s almost like my life began when my brother was born and I became a noona, according to my memory.

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. 🥹🤩❤️‍🔥

A question I’ve been receiving from clients and collaborators recently is a variation of: What’s been helping you expand into motherhood with pleasure? I love this question because it touches on a topic I’ve been thinking a lot about these day. The idea of a village. The concept of a village is not new; it’s ancestral. And in this modern day, cultivating your village can look different for everyone. As for me and my journey of pregnancy and expansion into motherhood, being open to receiving support from people around me has been instrumental to helping me feel more resourced and less alone.

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!