For the women I’ve met across time zones and terminals ☺️💕

Fueled by ambition, healed by hugs, and powered by skincare.

Everywhere I’ve gone —new jobs, new countries, beautiful places —I’ve ended up laughing in an office bay, long flights or cafe with a woman who just gets it.

We’ve swapped skincare and secrets.

Shared playlists, shoes, and stress.

Overpacked bags and emotions.

Turned layovers into life lessons,

Hotel rooms into dance floors,

And snack breaks into group therapy.

They’ve watched me spiral over a crush who said “Hey” once — and helped me dissect that “Hey” for a week. Zoomed into blurry screenshots. Read Slack messages like literature.

And when it all flopped?

They said, “He’s a side character, babe. You’re the main plot.”

These women…

They lead teams, chase dreams, launch startups, fix spreadsheets.

Run the world — and still say, “Text me when you get home.”

They’re GPS and glam squads.

They send job links, hype wins, and pack Band-Aids and eyeliner.

They are softness and strategy.

Grit and glitter.

Cheering squads and calm ports.

They know when I need a pep talk —

and when I just need nachos , tea and silence.

This isn’t background noise. This is the main story.

So Honestly, thank God for women friends.

For glowing up, showing up, cracking me up —

and doing it all with courage, care, and unmatched emotional Wi-Fi.

Lots of love. 🫰