I had what everyone and their auntie and mom called “the dream.”

Let’s see. I had the titles: check. I had the salary(ish): check. I had the “respect”: sort of check.


Everyone thought I was killing the game. As a first-generation Cameroonian woman whose mother raised 6 kids after becoming a widow in a new country??? Girl, I was the Queen of Zamunda (IYKYK). 


But girl. I was drained. I was exhausted. I was always anxious. My work gave me zero flexibility to actually enjoy my life dammit!


I was barely surviving, living off of red wine after 7 pm meetings, half-assing a version of motherhood that didn’t fit what I actually wanted it to be, only saw my husband in random hi-and-bye passings (I rarely noticed when he got a haircut that’s how bad it was), and I missed so many events with my girlfriends. 


I was constantly getting slack pings on my phone at every hour, had zero flexibility, was constantly being yelled at, and like a silly goose I thought working harder would finally get my directors to respect me! So I did!
 
I know YOU know that feeling: crap, I’m doing everything right(ish) but why does this feel so wrong???” 
Then like a pyramid of empty Natty Lights, it all came crashing down. Literally. I almost died in childbirth (remind me to tell you about that one day). 

That’s when I said fuck it. I’m never spending another damn day in a world where Beyonce lives, to work in a career that looks impressive and feels empty AF and I don’t want you to either. 


I love ya too much for that. Cause loving women is my blood type. 


So I built the Career Reset to change that (I actually started building the Career Reset while sitting next to my micro-premie’s NICU crib, trying to tie his hands down so he wouldn't pull off his C-PAP mask).


Since launching the Career Reset, I’ve helped clients land six-figure roles, negotiate raises that made them cry happy tears (no ugly criers around here), and finally stop apologizing for wanting more.

And in that mess of monitors, machines, and second chances, I realized something gut-deep: we shouldn’t have to come this close to losing everything just to remember what matters.

You’ve already been trusting systems that weren’t built for women like you: the kind who juggle a demanding job, maybe a demanding toddler, and a demanding brain that doesn’t turn off at 2 a.m.

You need someone who actually gets it! Someone who’s been burned out, wants to grow, and still ambitious as hell! Someone who has the receipts of VERY. HAPPY. CLIENTS.

I'm literally here to build your career strategy

I’m not here to coddle you or crush you. I’ll tell you the truth, make you laugh, and hand you a strategy that actually respects your bandwidth.

I blend softness with tons of structure (I’m a Capricorn, so I thrive on organizing even my underwear), because women like us don’t need to be told “just hustle bossbabe!!”.

We need a framework that finally makes room for our real lives and our real goals.

My clients don’t just get better résumés; they get careers that fit their lives.

Because this isn’t about chasing “success.” It’s about building work that finally respects you back and allows you to actually have a gorgeous, uninterrupted 5-9pm. 

You don’t need another coach handing you generic worksheets or telling you to “trust the process.”

Most career coaching was built for gym bros who don’t wipe down equipment (ew) or “feminine energy” people who have time to journal in silence and “manifest clarity” before preschool drop-off.

That’s not you (and if it is, well… this just got awkward…).