Tag: #BleuInTheBreakroom
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Journal 17: The Whisper Behind the Work
I never set out to become a brand.I just needed somewhere to put the parts of methat didn’t belong in office emails. Rowen is the name I write under — not to hide,but to breathe. She lets me say what I couldn’t fit into slide decks.She’s the version of me who didn’t shrink at the…
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💠 Meet Rowen Aster
A letter from the woman behind Bleu Dear reader,You’ve been walking with Bleu — quietly, slowly, soulfully.You’ve read her whispers. Sat with her softness.Maybe, without knowing, you’ve also wondered… Who is she? Today, I want to tell you.Not with a résumé. Not with credentials.But with a breath. I write under the name Rowen Aster. Not…
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Journal Entry 16 – “The Answer I Was Forcing”
I kept trying to find the right question.The one that would make this season make sense. But I realized… I wasn’t missing a question.I was forcing an answer. An answer that fit someone else’s timeline.An answer that looked good on paper.An answer that didn’t feel like mine. So I stopped. I let the uncertainty hum…
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Journal Entry 14: We Are Building What We Were Missing
We are not building a brand.We are building a balm. A place for the woman who couldn’t find herself in the morning newsletter.For the one who sat in meetings all week and forgot what her own voice sounded like. We are building slow things in a fast world.Warm things in a cold inbox.Soft power in…
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Journal Entry 13: The Day I Didn’t Push Through
I didn’t power through today. I didn’t caffeinate the ache away.I didn’t check the calendar and say “just one more meeting.” I closed the laptop.I let the message go unread.I let the guilt swirl — and then I let it settle. What if the bravest thing I did today…was nothing? What if not pushing is…
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Journal Entry 12: “She Forgot She Was There”
I was in 3 meetings today and no one said my name. Not once. But they said,“We’ll go with your idea.”“Let’s use that doc you drafted.”“She’s probably already on top of it.” …but I didn’t have a name. Just a function.A role.A checkbox. I used to think invisibility was better than being wrong.Now I know…
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Journal Entry 011: Humor Isn’t Hiding — It’s Holding
I used to feel guilty for laughing on hard days. Like if I wasn’t collapsing under the weight,I wasn’t honoring the struggle. But humor isn’t hiding. It’s holding.It’s how my body says:“This is heavy — and still, here we are.” Tonight, I honor every petty giggle, every side-eye, every stolen smile. They are survival, too.…
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Journal Entry 010: Letting Survival Count
Today wasn’t a breakthrough. Today was a breath-through. I didn’t make magic.I didn’t crush goals.I didn’t build an empire. I kept breathing.I kept being. And some days, that’s all the becoming you need. 🖋 Question: Where did you show up today even when you didn’t feel ready? Honor that. That counts. –Bleu
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Bleuprint in the Making — Journal Entry 008 (Saturday Night Whisper)
Journal Entry 008: Listening to Momentum Tonight, I am not worried about moving forward. I am learning to listen to the spaces between the steps. Momentum isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s the nap.Sometimes it’s the moment you stare at a plant and don’t check your email.Sometimes it’s the sigh you let out without squeezing it…
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Bleuprint in the Making — Journal Entry 007
Journal Entry 007: The Win That Wasn’t Measured This week, I stayed tender. I didn’t push through the migraine.I didn’t gaslight my fatigue.I didn’t pretend to be okay on Zoom when I wasn’t. That’s not slacking.That’s sovereignty. I’m done chasing external applause.My body’s “thank you” is the only win I need. 🖋 Question: Name one…
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