Sadie Speaks
This is where my becoming lives.
The matchstrike comes from my life — a flash from a confrontation, a late-night confession, or a truth that won’t stop knocking until I turn it into language. Everything here has already burned through me first. These pieces are part essay, part letter, part dare — spoken to myself, to you.
They’re not pretty or straight-edged. They’re real. Honest. And they’ll keep smoking until you decide what to do with them. 🔥
🔥 Birth and death live close to each other.
Go everywhere. Talk to everyone. Eat everything.
🔥 How do you know it’s working?
Growth doesn’t wait for guarantees.
🔥 Where the bus is parked now.
Pearl’s still parked outside. I’m just charting a new map.
🔥 You don’t owe what you thought you did.
You didn’t agree to all these bullshit expectations. You just inherited them.
🔥 Stop solving for “us.” Start standing for you.
Language is powerful – and sometimes, language is where the leak starts.
🔥 Leaking isn’t love. Leading is.
Where does your joy start to feel dangerous?
🔥 Rest isn’t retreat. It’s strategy.
Your kids are watching you to learn what power looks like in a woman.
🔥 Your body isn’t broken. It’s learning to hold more.
Bodies don’t believe words. They believe repetition.
🔥 You’re allowed to keep your energy.
At some point I started to wonder…where’s my grace?
🔥 Squirrels don’t wear watches.
The pressure to be on time, finish on time, perform on time hijacks presence.
🔥 The advice didn’t change. I did.
Those pieces of advice – the ones I resist in the moment – often end up being some of the most valuable wisdom down the road.