Sarala Life — Life in Chapters: Careers, Canines, Cabernet & Courage
A life well-poured: work, wine, and everything in between.
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If you had asked me a few years ago what moment in my life felt like it came straight out of a movie, I might have chosen something glamorous. A trip. An achievement. A celebration. Instead, the moment that comes to mind is much quieter. It was the moment I realised the ladder I had…
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Nobody talks about this part of reinvention. The forms. The delays. The endless requests for one more document. The emotional cost of betting on yourself isn’t just financial—it’s deciding, over and over again, that you’re worth the effort.
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Life has been lifing. Between surviving the flu, starting golf lessons, preparing for my first major speaking event in St Lucia, emotional therapy breakthroughs, entrepreneurial courage, expensive swag bag decisions, and worrying about my sweet George… life has been full, messy, humbling, and unexpectedly beautiful.
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There was a time when I might have answered this with something polished. A good glass of wine. A favourite book. Travel. A quiet evening. And while all of those things do bring me joy, yesterday reminded me that some of life’s simplest pleasures are actually far less about things and far more about presence.…
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Not because it’s a perfect film (we can debate that over wine), but because the first time you watch it, it feels like a permission slip. Permission to unravel.Permission to ask harder questions.Permission to admit that the life that looks “fine” on paper may not be the life your soul can breathe in. Some movies…
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It’s been a while. April 24th, apparently. Which feels both like yesterday and three lifetimes ago. Turns out imposter syndrome has excellent tailoring. Life happened. A trip to New York for a legal conference that, if I am being honest, came with far more internal dialogue than anyone looking at my outfits would have guessed.…
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I stopped asking what was safe and started choosing what was true. It meant risking the life I knew, my marriage, and the version of myself I had carefully constructed—but in naming my shame and choosing to heal, I found a deeper, more honest version of who I am becoming.
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Lately, it’s not the big things that make me nervous. Not the rooms I walk into alone.Not the titles I no longer carry.Not even the uncertainty of building something of my own. It’s the quieter things. The email that feels slightly loaded.The question that isn’t really a question.The shift in tone that my body reads…
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There’s something quietly honest about the first thing that comes to your mind. No filters. No polish. Just truth—raw, unedited, and usually far more telling than the versions we dress up later. So here’s mine: This is a life I’m learning to live, not control. It came to me somewhere between a structured morning of…
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I’ve been thinking about this, and the honest answer is… there isn’t a place in the world I never want to visit. But there is a place I refuse to return to. It’s the version of me that shrinks to fit.The rooms where I question my worth before I even speak.The spaces where I let…