I’ve always been drawn to the in-between spaces of life – twilight hours, changing seasons, transitions, and the complex emotions that come with them. “Bittersweet Glow” represents those fleeting moments when light catches something just right, revealing both its beauty and impermanence. Poetic enough for you? Don’t worry, I roll my eyes at myself sometimes too.
The name came to me after the third company-wide email blast hit my inbox—another newsletter written by yet another colleague who wasn’t me. For years, I’d been asking to write the company newsletter. Not a “no,” not a “yes,” just the corporate equivalent of being left on read while watching others get handed the opportunity—others who, might I add, never once met a weekly deadline. That day, something inside me snapped. If I couldn’t write for them, I’d write for myself. For all of ourselves.
Truth be told, this wasn’t remotely the first, second, or even third time I’d been conveniently overlooked. I’ve literally been told people don’t feel “comfortable” around me—which is corporate-speak for “you don’t sugarcoat things and that terrifies us.” Sorry not sorry that speaking truth feels threatening to the professionally pleasant. And the kicker? I was right about EVERYTHING. Every. Single. Thing. I smile while everyone else scrambles trying to fix what could
have been avoided. And I smirk a bittersweet smirk every time. Lovely.
Bittersweet Glow was born from that frustration, that realization that I was done being stagnant, done dimming my light to make others comfortable. And in the end, what seemed like my shortcomings turned into a blessing. I have a blog. My voice. My rules. Because let’s be honest, life rarely gives us the courtesy of being just one thing at a time—so why should I?