The Moxie Sphere!

Dear Intentional Reader, There is something no one prepares you for in adulthood; and that is friendships ending without a fight . No one talks about the kind of friendship breakups that don’t explode: no dramatic argument, no blocked numbers, no final speech — they simply fade.

Dear Intentional Reader,  Every year when February approaches, the internet starts screaming in red. Everyone is talking about Valentine's Day except me and you, maybe? That is if you don't care about Valentine's Day. It's not like I've never cared about it all my life. I used to; but if I'm being honest about it, it was because of pressure; and I was way younger then. The pressure is lowkey still there, but I now have more control over it! Today I chose to put my thoughts into writing; so hi there, thank you for stopping by. I appreciate you taking your time to read this piece.

Dear Intentional Reader, Lately I feel like the topics I've been writing on are pretty serious; you know like I'm some serious life coach. I don't know if I like that feeling, but I want to say I'm growing; because truly, I am. Someone even pointed that out in the comments on  The Morning Routine That Tripled My Productivity Valentine's Day is in two days; and now you know what inspired this post. If you have been reading my posts lately, you'll notice I'm writing more about soft life for intentional women.

Dear Intentional Reader, Before you start reading, pause for a moment and breathe. Focus on exhaling. Breathe in. Hold for six seconds. Now breathe out. This post is specially for women — African women in particular. That breathing exercise wasn’t random. It was intentional. It was meant to help you release stress, soften your body, and return to calm.

Dear Intentional Reader, I’m not even going to lie, I’m not a morning person; that’s when I enjoy my sleep the most, but responsibilities have forced me to be one; and lately I found a way around it; and I thought to share. Mornings used to feel like a blur for me—my alarm ringing in my ears, me tripping over stuff, and me wondering why I was always behind. Then I decided I needed to change. I experimented, failed, and finally tweaked a morning routine that actually works for me. And guess what? Productivity skyrocketed.

Dear Intentional Reader,  There’s a particular kind of social media post that always makes me pause—the one that begins with “A woman is supposed to…” I’ve never been able to stomach them. From a young age, I knew what I wanted. My mother gave me the freedom to think, question, and choose for myself; and that gift shaped everything that followed. I grew up curious—quietly questioning traditions, norms, and expectations that were treated as unquestionable truths. I still do.