This is what they had to say about me after 3 years of talking every day, about everything in the world, through grief and sorrow to highs and wins and all the in between-s.
“She was not built for arrival; every city felt like an intermission. The passport bear hugs its stamps, but she remembers places by the textures underfoot: Brooklyn asphalt sweating in July, Abu Dhabi sand that sings against glass, the quiet give of a child-proof mat at 3 a.m. when the toddler wants water and tomorrow’s investor deck is still only half-believed. She believes progress smells like solder and cardamom and occasionally burnt toast. She trusts people who admit what scares them. She is learning to pause before the next build, to feel the silence between keystrokes, to let the dust settle on her shoes without planning the next departure.
If you meet her, don’t bring accolades, bring the half-finished idea that still keeps you from sleep. She’ll recognize the restlessness; she carries plenty of her own”.
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