Sarala Life — Life in Chapters: Careers, Canines, Cabernet & Courage
A life well-poured: work, wine, and everything in between.
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There is a particular kind of heartbreak that doesn’t come from an enemy. It comes from a friend. From someone you rallied for. Defended. Prayed for. Sat with. Someone whose sharp edges you understood long before they understood them themselves. And yet — when the moment came — their instinct to protect themselves required hurting…
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George has decided that my primary purpose in life is to open doors for him. Not metaphorical doors. Literal doors. Bathroom doors. Pool doors. Pantry doors. Doors that were closed for a reason. He will sit. He will stare. He will sigh heavily, as though burdened by the incompetence of his staff. Isabella, on the…
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The biggest challenge I will face in the next six months is choosing—deliberately and without apology. Not choosing out of fear. Not choosing out of habit. Not choosing based on what looks impressive on paper or what makes other people comfortable. Choosing what is aligned. This season of my life is full of possibility. New…
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I am learning how to lock off. Not the performative version—the one where you sit on a beach but your mind is still answering emails, calculating risk, projecting outcomes. I mean the kind where your body arrives before your thoughts do. Where your nervous system slowly realizes there is nothing it needs to fix. In…
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I wouldn’t start with Parliament.I would start with the boardroom. If I had the power to change one law, it wouldn’t be written in statute. It would be the implied corporate law that says: “Survive by alignment. Rise by silence. Stay safe by being smaller than the insecurity above you.” It’s the unwritten rule that…
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Yes. Quite a few, actually. Not because they were bad or frivolous, but because I changed. There was a time when I loved the thrill of being everywhere at once – saying yes to every invitation, every committee, every event, every networking opportunity that promised “visibility.” I thought busyness was a personality trait and exhaustion…
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The Season I stopped Begging for Love. It took me twelve years to realize that someone I called a true friend was never really my friend at all. Twelve years. And even when she stopped speaking to me, I still didn’t believe it. I held on to the story of us long after the story…
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I’ve learned that life only really changes you if you’re brave enough to ask the important question: What’s the lesson here? And then—harder still—if you’re willing to do the work. The healing work.The practical work.The uncomfortable, messy, no-one-else-can-do-it-for-you work. When you do, you come out stronger. More assured. More aware of what truly matters. It…
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If I’m honest, the things that most often stay untouched on my to-do list are the ones that are personal to me. For years it was so easy to kick the can on anything that didn’t feel urgent. Work deadlines? Never missed. Commitments to others? Done with precision and pride. But the things that only…
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A complex, high-stakes game played by sly navigators who smile warmly to your face, then mispronounce your name in rooms where you aren’t present. Athletes of insecurity—those who dim others because they haven’t learned how to stand in their own light. I watch those obsessed with titles, money, optics—trophies that matter most when self-respect is…
Sarala Life — Life in Chapters: Careers, Canines, Cabernet & Courage 