Why I Started Writing Guides

I’ve always been huge on resources. I think of them as God’s gifts to us here on earth — the things that help us navigate life with a little more clarity, a little more support, a little more grace. I’ve learned not to reject any resource until I’ve done my research. Whether it’s an exercise, a practice, a medication, or a mindset shift, the real question is always: Is this aligned with me and what I believe?

Writing is the gift God gave me. Guide writing is the gift I’m giving back — shaped as resources for anyone trying to make sense of this thing called life. None of us are perfect. All of us need help along the way.

Guide writing lets me bring together everything I’ve lived and learned: my love of technical writing, my creativity, my experience in mental health research, my education, my winding career path, and my real‑life lessons. It’s my leave‑the‑9‑to‑5‑hustle in full effect. Every time I had a “good job,” something wild happened that pushed me out — layoffs, discrimination, situations too messy to even name. I kept asking God, why?

Modernly Ethnic (ME) has been my baby for years. I grew through it — blogging, partnering with youth organizations, hosting paint parties for kids in my neighborhood. All of it healed me in ways I didn’t expect. Guides are the next step in that evolution, the bridge toward the programs and courses I’ve always envisioned.

But when ME first formed, I felt unaligned. How could I encourage creativity while staying in a 9–5 that went against my soul? My body answered for me. It told the truth before I could. That’s how I know there’s a better way for people to become who they’re meant to be — a way that honors purpose instead of pressure.

After publishing my first guide today, Why Gap Years Are Essential, something lit up inside me. This is the beginning of my alignment. This is how I merge my voice with my brand, how I offer something real, how I step into the work I’m meant to do.

I’m not just pursuing entrepreneurship. I’m pursuing purpose — mine and yours — for the rest of my days.