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I want to talk about what it's like to be a zebra among horses. You're friends with everyone; you're friends with no one. You outperform the people in the things you're good at, while feeling nowhere near good enough at the things you should  be good at. You're funny, but... awkward funny (still a W). You don't understand why you feel things so deeply, why injustice keeps you awake at night. You're always the person who has to speak up when something is wrong, even when you k

As someone who launched a business a month and two days ago, this is a risky blog post. However, the reason I started I&E is that I want to have a real impact on making this world a kinder place for all of us, and you cannot make a difference if you don't speak up when it's uncomfortable. So, here we go: The weight of last week's events is hitting me extra hard today. In just over a week, we've watched the world we know disappear. Not that things haven't been changing every d

I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes (T1D) when I was 6, almost 7 years old. I don't mind spilling the beans that I'm 35, so you can do the math (please don't make me, because #dyscalculia). I don’t need to go into detail about what managing T1D involves, but just know that it requires an additional 180–300 decisions every single day. Most of these decisions happen without conscious thought, but subconsciously, it’s always running in the background. And these aren’t “apple o

I have always felt that it is a major privilege being a safe person for people to talk to. Earning the trust of someone so much so that they open up and share their dreams and wins, but also their hurts and losses. There is one major period in time when I supported and coached someone through something that would forever change my life. It was when I realized that coaching is something I am meant to do. Quick backstory: in 2020, my best friend was diagnosed with stage 3C2 cer

Having someone see in you what you can't see in yourself is something that can change your entire life. That's what happened to me. Before I met my Zebra Mentor (who I won't name for the sake of her privacy), I really didn't like myself. Sometimes, I look back at old Facebook memories and, similar to many adults looking back on their teen years, I cringe. The reason I cringe is different than most, though. I cringe because the things I said were from a place of deep insecurit