Something is changing in me
Dear Diary,
I made a mistake… Or maybe a series of them?
For years, I built a business while quietly carrying fear right alongside it. Fear about money and about stability. Fear that one bad month could undo everything I had worked for.
From the outside, my life looked successful. I mean, what I was building was successful. The business grew faster than I ever imagined. Eventually, I sold it. It changed my life. It absolutely changed my life.
But these are the pages I kept hidden while I was living them.
The panic.
The financial pressure.
The identity shifts.
The motherhood.
The ebbs and flows of ambition.
The moments I thought I had completely lost my way and I didn’t know who Jaclyn was anymore.
And honestly, I am sounding a bit cynical right now. Even the really amazing moments, too. There were a LOT of those.
I want to show how success does not magically heal fear.
So this is my diary.
Not polished and definitely not rewritten to make me sound wiser than I was. I actually can’t wait for all of the typo alerts I get from those I allow to read you. Just honest recollections from the years I was becoming.
Talk soon,