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For women building something — a life, a business, a self. Field Notes from The Audacity Project, essays on culture and self-awareness, and the kind of honest reflection your group chat has been having for years. Direct to your inbox.

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I Can See That You Opened It.

I want to tell you about the specific experience of watching someone read your pitch and say nothing. Not the general version. The actual version. The one where you wrote the email carefully, over more than one sitting, and you chose every word with the particular attention of someone who knows this is a first impression and you do not get to make another one. You positioned yourself well, you think. You were specific without being presumptuous. You made the ask clear without making it feel...

Phase 1 is over. I want to sit with that for a moment before I say anything else. Thirteen weeks of declaring things. Of putting words and intentions and a whole infrastructure into the world and then living inside the weight of having said them. Of finding out, slowly and with some discomfort, which of my declarations were real and which were aspirational in a way I hadn't fully examined. It's over. I made it through it. And today, Phase 2 begins. The Build. The name felt right when I chose...

Five days until Phase 2. I've been trying to figure out why The Build feels bigger than The Declaration did. Phase 1 had its own fear. The exposure, the public commitment, the not knowing if anyone would care. But this is different. The Declaration had a safety net I didn't fully acknowledge at the time. If nothing happened, it was still early. Still the beginning. Still the phase where not having results yet was part of the plan. Phase 2 doesn't have that. Phase 2 is the part where the work...

I want to tell you about someone I can't seem to get away from. She knows everything about me. My patterns. My deflections. The specific way I go quiet when something is required of me that I'm not sure I can deliver. She knows which version of busy I use when I'm avoiding something real. She knows my voice when I'm performing and my voice when I'm not, and she has spent a very long time making sure the performing one stays in charge. She is an older version of me. And she refuses to get...

This is not a "top tools for creators" roundup. I am not qualified to tell you what is best. I can only tell you what is currently open on my laptop and actually doing work. I run this brand alone. No team, no studio, no agency. So every tool in this list earned its spot the same way. It either makes something easier, or it makes something possible that otherwise would not be. Here is what the stack looks like right now. Content and Video CapCut (paid) This is where I edit everything. I also...

Phase 1 ends in two weeks. I've been sitting with that quietly, the way you sit with something when you're not sure yet whether you're proud or just relieved. Maybe both. Probably both. The Declaration was the name of this phase, and I declared things. I said out loud, with my name attached, what I was going to do and who I was going to be this year. And then I lived inside those words for ten weeks and found out which ones were true and which ones were wishes I'd dressed up as intentions....

I want to tell you the truth about the first six weeks. Not the version where everything is a lesson and every stumble is a setup for growth. The actual version. The one I'd send as a voice memo at 11pm to one person who doesn't need me to have it together. Phase 1 of the Audacity Project was called The Declaration. And I declared things. Publicly. On the internet. With my face and name attached. What I did not fully account for was what it would feel like to be held to my own words. There is...

I was in a meeting once. Years ago, different life. And I had the thing. The answer. The read on the situation that was right. I could feel it the way you feel it when you know. I waited to say it. I turned it over a few more times. Made sure. Softened the framing. And then someone else said it. Less carefully. Without the softening. And the room moved. I thought about that meeting for a long time afterward. Told myself I was being too hard on myself. That I'd speak up faster next time. I...