How StarCozi found me first

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There was a time when my life looked ‘together’ on the outside and frayed on the inside. My mind was always running three conversations ahead - reading the energy in a room, sensing what people needed, mentally rewriting systems at work - while my body whispered that the pace was unsustainable. I took responsibility seriously; I was the one who stayed late, held the details, and said yes when others stepped back, even if it cost me sleep, softness, and any sense of ease.

Wellness, for me, used to mean keeping up: with expectations, with email, with everyone else’s definition of success. It took years to recognize that my nervous system was not built for constant noise - and that my sensitivity wasn’t a flaw to manage, but a compass to follow. My intuition, empathy, and structure together; when I ignore one, the others distort. If I chase structure without intuition, I burn out. If I float in intuition without structure, I stall. StarCozi emerged as a truce between those parts of me: a place where slow, deep living could coexist with real world responsibilities, where women with big inner worlds and tender nervous systems could design a life that doesn’t punish their pace.

StarCozi is not coming to you from someone who has mastered balance; it’s coming from someone who has had to rebuild it again and again. I know what it is to over‑function at work and under‑feel at home, to treat rest like a reward instead of a requirement, to decorate a space for guests instead of the person who lives there every day. This project is my way of saying: your depth, your slowness, your way of noticing the world in high‑definition are not problems to be solved. They’re the raw materials of a different kind of life - one that moves at the speed required to stay connected to yourself, and one that gets to feel beautiful, cozi, and completely yours.