Bottoms Up: The Bittersweet Sip That Started It All (Again)

The love potion I made tastes terrible.

Like over-steeped truth with a splash of “you should’ve known better.”
Like late nights with no end in sight.
Like decisions I made when I was running on fumes and faith.

But here I am—pinching my nose, closing my eyes, and drinking it anyway. Because sometimes the things that are meant to heal us don’t come in pretty packages. Sometimes self-love tastes like tears, like truth, like letting go. Like swallowing pride, sitting in solitude, and choosing myself—even when it’s bitter.

I’ll sip it slowly, one hard gulp at a time, knowing that each drop is rewiring something within me. Unlearning. Reclaiming. Remembering. And by the time I reach the bottom of the cup, I won’t be the same woman who started sipping. Because I know what’s on the other side of this bitter cup. Growth. Grace. Grit. A version of me that no longer begs for permission to take up space.

Welcome back to Fiendish Ambition.

It’s been over 15 years since this blog first saw the light of day. Back then, I wrote with fire in my chest and the kind of audacity that hadn’t been tested yet. Now? I write with experience. With a few bruises. With the kind of wisdom you can’t fake and a spirit that refuses to shrink.

This space is my return.
My restoration.
My ritual.

And if you’re here, reading this, maybe you’ve got your own bitter sip in hand too. Maybe life didn’t go the way you planned—but you kept showing up. For your kids. Your job. Your dreams that still whisper your name late at night.

This blog isn’t about perfection. It’s not a highlight reel or a how-to manual.
It’s a mirror.
A storybook.
A secret passageway back to ourselves.

Here, I’ll pour out stories—some sweet, some sour, all of them real. For the single moms, the heads of households, the tired-but-still-trying women who laugh hard, love hard, and hustle harder. For anyone who’s had to learn the hard way, fall with grace, and still get up looking like royalty in the chaos.

So yeah, the potion tastes terrible. But I’m drinking every drop.

Because fiendish ambition is about wanting more, not just for the sake of more—but because you know you were built for it.

Stay tuned. The cup is full, and the stories are just getting good.

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