Sarala Life — Life in Chapters: Careers, Canines, Cabernet & Courage
A life well-poured: work, wine, and everything in between.
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ome friendships arrive like a hurricane — loud and consuming. But the ones that stay, the ones that feel like coming home, are softer. The friendships built later in life that teach you you’re enough, encourage you to be yourself, forgive your rough edges, and feel like stepping into warmth after a long season of…
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This year, I stopped running. Not from ambition, but from the belief that I had to earn my worth. I found peace in the stillness, clarity in the quiet, and power in knowing that who I am—without the titles, the noise, or the chase—is already enough. The beach, like this season of life, reminded me:…
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Champagne wisdom: you cannot pour into life from an empty woman. When I chose myself, everything else began to taste sweeter.
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For years I thought I was grieving a friend. In therapy I learned I was angry — and that acceptance opened the door to healing, self-respect, and the courage to stop mothering friendships not meant for me.
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Getting dressed is never just about clothes — it’s how I prepare for the world. My outfit, my jewelry, my presence — that’s my armor, my joy, and my voice before I even speak.
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Rejection doesn’t always feel like redirection—at least not at first. Sometimes it feels like loss, doubt, fear, and sitting with yourself in a silence you didn’t choose. This piece explores grief, resilience, hidden sadness, and how joy and struggle can coexist, especially during the holidays. A reflection on surviving, becoming, and finding meaning in the…
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Last week, I stopped. Completely. No multi-tasked “self-care,” no productivity disguised as downtime. Just stillness, guilt, and a sofa at 11AM. I learned that rest is not a luxury — it’s an act of strategy, self-respect and survival. This is the chapter where I finally measure success differently: not by output, but by presence.
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The coolest thing I’ve ever found is my truth — not the one shaped by others’ expectations, but the one I fought to reclaim. I’ve learned that shrinking to fit isn’t strength. The real power is in rising, even if your voice shakes. I don’t need to be everyone’s cup of tea… I’ll be the…
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Seventeen, alone, and wide-eyed in London — it sounded like a dream. But the real education wasn’t in the lecture halls. It was in heartbreak, visa renewals, red flags, cinnamon rolls, and learning how to clean a toilet. This is the chapter of growth — the one where I started becoming me.
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Squished into the tiniest corner of a king-sized bed by two little dogs who just want to be close — that’s love. They don’t speak, but every cuddle, every nudge, every early morning snuggle says, ‘you’re my person.
Sarala Life — Life in Chapters: Careers, Canines, Cabernet & Courage 