I found myself in a troubled relationship, a career that left me feeling empty and out of alignment, and a life that didn’t feel like mine. I felt like I was watching the movie on my life on a screen with zero control over the plot. And guess what? The direction this story was headed in was not what Young Zara had dreamed it would be. 

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Where was Young Zara, anyway? The girl who dreamed big and knew in her bones that she could make anything happen if she just put her mind to it? 

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Somewhere along the line, I’d lost touch with that girl. And this new version of me—this helpless, hopeless woman playing small—felt foreign. 

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I didn’t know what to do. Except tear the castle down in one solid swoop. So that’s what I did. I burned down my palace and walked away from everything I’d built. I was scared shitless. 

 

Then the unthinkable happened. My brother, who’d been my rock, and best friend was diagnosed with late-stage pancreatic cancer. And it changed the way I looked at everything. What struck me was witnessing how badly he wanted to live, even on his sickest days. It made me realize that life is a privilege. There is no time to waste. I was done getting in my own way. 

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There are so few things we can control in this life. But you know what we can control? If we spend our days living in authenticity—or if we continue to squash our desires because we’re so afraid of the disruption of change. 

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Starting over is hard. But so is regret. So is letting dumb societal expectations and limiting beliefs kill your f*cking sparkle is hard. Pick your hard. 

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And when you do—you’ll have PROTECT YOUR F*CKING SPARKLE here to help you navigate your way back home to yourself.