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.

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. 

When I got pregnant, things really shifted inside me, not just in my life but in my business too. I wanted to allow my evolving self to express itself in a new way in my business, but I wasn't sure how it would all unfold and where it was leading me. I felt the urge to update my 1:1 coaching offer, write my newsletter again, maybe restart my podcast? Maybe a workshop? Maybe a retreat? I was creatively INSPIRED and brimming with ideas…but I didn’t know where to start. So I stalled. Each time I mustered up the energy and the discipline to put something out there, something held me back. I moved the calendar reminders from one day to the next, and before I knew it, five months had passed.

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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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.

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!