A letter from your girl, VerressaHey Fam,It’s your girl Verressa, checking in straight from my Universe — and let me tell you, this week has been one for the books. First off, y’all already know my daughter Fendi thinks she’s the CEO of this house. The other day, she told me, “Mommy, if you had listened to me, Max the cat wouldn’t have knocked over your ring light.” Like... excuse me? Since when did a ten-year-old become the life coach of my career? I swear, I’m living with a child prodigy and a furry saboteur.Now, let’s talk about work. I had to film at OnStage PLUS this week, and Keisha — my coworker, bless her heart — thought she could out-sass me on camera. Girl, please. I been doing this since MySpace! But I’ll admit, she caught me slipping when Trent, our boss, walked in with donuts. Y’all know I can’t resist a donut. Mark the sound guy had to cut my mic because apparently, chewing on glazed pastries doesn’t make “good audio.” Whatever, Mark.And don’t even get me started on my mama, Louise. She came by the house talking about, “Back in my day, kids didn’t talk back like Fendi.” And I had to remind her that back in her day, she was the one sneaking out to see Niecy at the disco! Don’t come in here acting brand new, Mama.But here’s the thing I’ve been thinking about lately, fam. Life comes at you wild. One minute you’re selling knockoff handbags on IG Live, and the next you’re the star of your own animated show. (Yes, that’s my story, don’t judge.) What I’ve learned is, you gotta laugh at the mess, love your people, and never forget — you’re the main character in your own Universe.So keep shining, keep hustling, and don’t let nobody tell you your story ain’t worth telling. If I can make it work with a cat who hates me, a mama who side-eyes me, and a boss who keeps cutting the budget for snacks — baby, you can handle whatever’s on your plate.Until next time, stay fabulous.With love and a little bit of side-eye,– Verressa 💋