So, let chat about fear.

This last month, at my church, we have been talking about fear. I wrestle with this more than I care to admit. It is a combination of fear of failure, success, and the judgment of others. There are days I can barrel through it and create something I am proud of. On other days, I just binge on YouTube videos of my favorite creators instead. I watch people do what I am too afraid to do. Yet, I am fully capable.

Now, let’s rewind to a few weeks ago. I was fired up about all that was going on in the news and the lack of care organizations are beginning to display for their employees. It made me angry. In that moment, I launched an honest post on LinkedIn. And to my surprise, it went viral. Well, at least viral for me.

Then, later that week, or the next week, I can’t even remember. I posted a few videos on Facebook/IG and TikTok. They also performed fairly well considering my normal reach. A little over a week ago, I knocked out a HUGE accomplishment. I completed my first-ever half marathon. I have content recorded for it. But, I haven’t posted it all. I haven’t posted since.

Fast forward to yesterday, while at church, I had several people come up to me and talk to me about my videos. First, I was a little shocked because those videos were several weeks old. Second, I felt a little guilty that I hadn’t created more videos. The guilty feeling came from knowing I continued to allow fear to win. I overthink, over-research, over-consume more ideas or content, and any form of procrastination. Want to know something even crazier? I know that all of this is an illusion of practice and progress that manifests as procrastination and perfectionism.

I know this!! Yet, I am still in the same habit loop.

I am a true believer that action cures all. Action guided my the Holy Spirit. Calm down. I am not leaving Jesus out of this equation.

So, back to the main question, what would I do if I wasn’t afraid?

I would:

1. Consistently share my authentic voice without overthinking or perfectionism – posting those half-marathon videos and vlogs proudly!

2. Create content regularly that shares honest truths that inspire and encourage others in their everyday lives.

3. Create a regular practice of reflection and action – moving from inspiration to implementation instead of getting stuck in the dreaming phase.

4. Trust that the same Holy Spirit that guides me also celebrates my messy, imperfect efforts.

5. Stop watching others live boldly and start living boldly myself.

6. Embrace the vulnerability that comes with sharing my journey, knowing that my honesty might help others feel less alone.

7. Accept that viral posts aren't flukes – they're confirmation that my voice matters.

8. Recognize that the people approaching me about what I create aren't just being nice – they're evidence that what I make genuinely helps people.

9. Give myself the same grace and permission to be imperfect that I would offer to anyone else.

10. Acknowledge areas of fear in my life but continuously choose courage – it’s not the absence of fear but action in spite of it.

The truth is, I already know what to do. I don't need more research, more preparation, or more perfect conditions. I have everything I need. I just need to begin... again. And again. And again if necessary.

I realize that fear doesn't diminish the light I'm meant to share—it only delays it. My voice, my experiences, my journey matters to someone out there. Perhaps they're waiting for permission to be imperfect too.

I keep coming back to 2 Timothy 1:7: "For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind." And Isaiah 41:10 reminds me, "Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."

This journey of Faith and Hustle isn't about perfection—it's about stepping out in faith when hustle alone isn't enough. It's about trusting that God can use my imperfect efforts for His perfect purpose.

So I'm making a promise, right here in this authentic space: I will show up more consistently. I will create and share without letting fear have the final say. I will trust that done is better than perfect, and that faith is the antidote to fear.

What would YOU do if you weren't afraid? What light are you holding back from the world? I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments below.

Let’s do it afraid together!!

LCJ

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• Reframing Quitting: Quitting isn’t always negative. It can be a powerful way to prioritize your ultimate purpose and glorify God by cutting out what inhibits your ability to serve in excellence.

• Purpose Over Pride: The host challenges listeners to examine if pride or a fear of sunk costs is keeping them tied to things that don’t honor their calling.

• What to Quit: A list of things to release includes comparison, striving, distractions, second-guessing, overworking, excuses, and giving up too soon.

• Aligning with God's Plan: Trusting God’s timing and purpose can free you from attachment to outcomes and open the door to faith-aligned action.

• Lessons from Essentialism: Inspired by the book Essentialism, the host emphasizes the value of doing less but better, keeping the main thing, the main thing.

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Listen now to discover how quitting can be your most purposeful move yet.

I recently finished reading the book of Job. I have read the book of Job before. However, this time, I was reading using a journal method from The Bible Recap. I read it slower and with more intention. TBH…I struggled through most of it. It felt like 42 hours of Job struggling, his friends being jerks, Job struggling some more, and then the end with God giving Job what I will call a good and proper “read”. I wanted to research the timeframe of the book of Job. It is believed to be as short as a few weeks or years. So, basically, no one knows. 😂

Job was going through it! God considered him blameless. Yet, Job was not exempt from being tested. He experienced loss, heartache and relationship strains just as we have today. What shocked me the most was that, the more I read Job, the more I understood him and his annoying friends. There is something that is so innate about the human experience where we want to alleviate suffering in for ourselves and those we love (well, most of us want to do the latter). Life brings about the greatest joys and broken hearts. Sometimes, those 2 things can be wrapped up into a single moment or person. Yet, the world is not a dichotomy and most of it is lived “in the middle”.

The middle can be tough depending on whether you gradually (or barreling) down from a joyous moment or you trying to keep your head above water to climb out of the pits of heart ache. Life in transition can mean any one of these can be true on any given day. At the start of the transitioning from corporate to what this is called, I can honestly say that I was more hopeful. Today, I feel the tug and pull to continue to hope and trust. As a Type A, self-proclaimed overachiever, this season has been one of my most difficult, loneliest, frustrating, yet spiritually fruitful seasons I have had in my entire life. It is mind melding. I have ideas and hopes for what this next could be. Yet, none of this works on my time. I have to trust in the Creator of all and His timing. I don’t want to have it a minute later or sooner than what is best for me. But waiting and feeling like I am fumbling around in the process is HARD. If I am being honest, most days being in the middle is not only messy, it sucks. 😒Yes! I said that!

Here are some things I try to remember in the middle:

1. God is… It is both a complete sentence and a fill-in-the-blank. I think about the moment when God responds to Job, you get this beautiful chapter of God sharing all the things He does. This wasn’t even an expansive list. However, it puts it all in perspective. There is nothing too small or big that He can’t handle. Whatever you need can be found In and Through the LORD.

2. Nothing is wasted. There is always an opportunity for something to be learned about God and/or yourself. It always points back to Him and His glory. Therefore, nothing gets wasted. Even if you don’t get the outcome you hoped for, the result is the same. Our good. His Glory.

3. Seek Joy. This one is hard for me. I typically find the most joy in winning (according to my standards) and usually has to do with my work. I have had to reorient myself to find joy in ALL things. A regular prayer has been asking God to help me see joy in everything I do. I have not found joy in laundry. But, Hey! Miracles can happen.

4. Show up. Showing up looks different for everyone. Showing up for me is getting fresh air. Exercising. Lean into creativity. Connecting with my community. Community is the hardest for many people including myself, yet most crucial. It’s important to show up in places where you are safe to be a mess and not together. Being able to just be without expectations has actually helped me through tough moments. Just like in the wild, when you are alone, you are the most vulnerable. So, however you show up, just make sure you are not alone.

5. Hold on to hope. Hopelessness is one of the most dangerous emotions to feel. If you are hopeless, despair can set in, and if you are not careful, it will swallow you whole into the darkness. I find hope when I get into His word, His presence, and with His people. In the moment, it feels like whatever you are walking through will last forever. I promise it is only temporary. If you must, renew your hope moment to moment. This can by day to day or minute by minute. Fight to keep hope alive!

I don’t always get these right. Writing this today is an exercise in getting back to these principles for myself. There is so much more I could say for each of these. Maybe I will make a video or audio for it. Let me know what you think!!

I hope this helps at least one person today. If so, that means mission was accomplished. 😊

In love,

LCJ

There is lots to be said about the middle. The first thing that comes to mind is “the middle child” syndrome. Yes! It is apparently a real thing. I am not making this up, Google it! It is believed that the middle child struggles because they usually live in the shadows and hand me downs of the oldest. While, the baby of the family gets all the focus and attention. The funny thing is…I am not a middle child. I am the oldest of 3. My younger sisters are twins. Yet, what’s funny is that in some way, Twin A, has lots of “middle child” characteristics. 🤣 Twin B, is more like the youngest. Sorry, sis (both of y’all). Being the oldest, I think has somewhat played into my distain for being the middle of anything. But, more on that later.

Then, there is the dreaded middle seat. I have yet to meet anyone who LOVES to be in a middle seat of any vehicle. Movie theater, yes, well, maybe. Plane…absolutely not. In the middle seat, you are hoping and praying that the person on the aisle decides to use their armrest and the window seat person is gracious enough to lean against the window. Your only hope of possibly being comfortable in flight is a series of prayers that you are in a preferable boarding class to stake your plane real estate or you have pre-picked your seat. Let me be very clear. Even when I am traveling with my family, I do not take the middle seat. 🙅🏽‍♀️ Not happening. I hate it so much, it is the reason why I wouldn’t fly Southwest unless I HAD no other choice. No cattle calls for me (although they are changing this policy)! Ok…moving on.

Last but not least, midlife crisis! According to the internet, a midlife crisis usually occurs between the ages of 40 and 60. A midlife crisis can be triggered by a major life event. I don’t necessarily think it is a bad thing. I think it is a part of life. There is something about this birthday that had me really evaluate what I wanted out of life. I knew I was burned out and exhausted from trying to fit in. I knew that I wanted my work to feel like it mattered. I wanted to do work that felt true to who I was as person.

Less than a month after my 40th birthday, I quit what I thought was my dream job at what I thought would be my long-term employer. I guess you would say that I was right on schedule (or early) for a mid-life crisis.

So here I am…in the middle. Clear on what I don’t want. Not fully clear on what’s next. I have had to really wrestle with this question:

Where is God in the middle?

I will share more about how Jesus has met me right in the middle on Part 2…

Stay tuned!

I digress…

Yesterday, I went out to our local lake for about an hour. It’s one of my favorite places to spend time with God and it was finally not 4,000 degrees outside. I decided to go out there because I found myself wrestling with anxious thoughts. One of the first signs that anxiety is taking over is my chest gets tight and it starts to feel hard to take deep breaths.

As I am sitting at a picnic table listening to my Spotify Surrender Playlist (Check it out), “Breathe” by Maverick City comes on. It is for sure one of my Top 5 Mav City songs. I thought, “Girl, you need to take some deep breaths.” So, I closed my eyes and began to take slow, deep breaths as the song played.

As I sat there I begin to think about the creation story I have been reading about all week (Genesis 1-3):

• God breathes “The Breath of Life” into Adam. The story of humanity begins in this moment. There was perfection.

• But before God created Adam, He had already prepared a place for him by perfectly designed to provide everything needed to sustain life. There was provision.

• God placed Adam in the Garden of Eden, to take care of it. He brought all the animals to Adam for him to name. There was purpose.

• Then, God created Eve from Adam’s rib. A helper. There was partnership.

• Last, but not least, The Fall. Sin enters. Perfection is broken. Even in their shortcoming, there was plan to restore us back to Him.

What does this have to do with breathing, everything!! As I have learned tools to manage anxiety (with Jesus AND therapy), I know that most of my thoughts and worries are not fully true. We are all wired to process through stories and we hate an open loop, a cliffhanger. Right now, my life is one big open loop! ☹️😂 If we are not careful, the enemy sneaks into that open loop with lies. This is often where anxiety creeps in for me.

I find it interesting that our reaction in moments of stress, we hold our breath or we gasp (an audible, deep breath). Then, we breath a sigh of relief. When too much anxiety creeps in, I feel like I can’t breath. Anxiety suffocates peace, joy, and hope.

Reflecting on the story of Creation to The Fall, I have to remind myself that God is perfect, He always provide, He has a purpose for me, and the plan always points back to Jesus and His glory. So, I just need to just breath…

Every breath is divine.

Our first breath entering into this world. The oxygen that flows to every part of our body to sustain life. Eventually, the last breath we take into eternity. It is all divine.

Every breath is an act of worship.

In all we do, we have to remember that life itself is sustained by God’s ongoing presence. It is a reminder that God is my sustainer in all things.

As you go throughout the week and you find yourself stressed, take a moments to breath. Picture yourself breathing God in and breathing out our worries. Praise God and replace the worries of the world with Creator of it all! It may not immediately change your circumstances, but it does change the posture of your heart.

Have a great week!

Rooted in faith, driven by hustle,

LCJ

I think that once I let one week go by without writing, it was easier to miss the next. A week becomes a month, a month becomes a few months, and now…I am staring at the last quarter for the year. The reality is that I am feeling a little bit unsure, unsettle and to be honest, unmotivated.

Before I catch you up on what’s next, let me catch you up on a few big moments from 2024 thus far:

• I spent a good amount of the first half of the year focused on my business. I launched my first ever beta course for my leadership company. It was by far one of the hardest things I have ever done.

• I spent 2 weeks in LA this summer with my daughter who was there for an amazing dancing opportunity. While there, I birthed this amazing idea of a project. It was all written out. It was amazing. And…the day before we left, I lost it. ☹️

• After returning from LA, it was the never-ending gauntlet of all things back to school and my little guy’s birthday. To be honest, I am not even sure if there was an August 2024 because it sure doesn’t feel like it! In that time, I did put out a YouTube video on my personal channel.

So, what’s next?

First, let’s talk about the name change, Faith & Hustle. This came during a brainstorming day I had a few weeks out. I decided that I wanted to truly separate my professional and business personas, largely due to the fact that there is not a lot of overlap on the topics. Although I am one person, I recognize that I have 2 very distinct communities. They collide in some areas online. However, I wanted them to be different and distinct. Conventional advice is to choose one. I decided I didn’t want to follow conventional wisdom. 😂

Here’s how I would define Faith & Hustle:

The reality is that, I don’t know what all of this will look like long-term. It could be an official community. A conference. A brand. Or, nothing could change. I truly have no idea. However, there are 3 things I knew for sure:

1. I am trusting that God will show me the way. Open hands. Open heart.

2. I am giving myself permission to take messy, imperfect action along the way…and share it all.

3. I am praying for you, the reader. I pray that you find more than encouragement, entertainment or inspiration. I pray that you find Jesus.

That’s all for now.

To God be the glory, in all things,

LCJ

I love to swim. Being the water swimming laps, it’s my happy place. I would say that I am a pretty good swimmer. There is one caveat. I am not a fan of deep water. It terrifies me. I am confident in my abilities until I get in deep water. When I think of deep waters, I think waves, the unknown, and no control. Yes, I am a closeted control freak. I am not a control freak about everything. It’s only the things I really care about, on that particular day. Ha! I digress. I have a healthy respect for water. To be honest, as much as I would love to dive off a cliff into a beautiful sea water, I don’t see it happening. I would need a full scuba crew along with about 4 to 5 life guards. Then, and only then, I would possibly jump.

My dance with water is a lot like my dance with my dreams. I have a lot of respect. It is my happy place. I have been in the choppy waters before and felt like I almost drowned in the process. Yet, here I am again. I am in my happy place but I feel I am out in the deep, deep waters. The corporate life was a comfortable cruise ship and I could have stayed on in it forever. But, I knew it was time to go. Overboard I go!

Navigating entrepreneur life as a wife, with an autistic toddler and a very busy teen, has proved to be tougher than I thought. I am so grateful that I have an amazing husband who handles a lot of the mundane things that are necessary to keep the house running. There are still days we can find ourselves completely running on fumes. Those days make the journey even harder. It such a crazy paradox because I know that I am right where I am supposed to be and everything in me is screaming, “Run!”.

I am realizing this time feels different because I am building things that not only interest me but I feel called to. The stakes feel higher. That is when the fear of failure/success comes in and I panic. I become frozen. This blog has become sort of place I can lie on my back and catch my breath and then get back at it. People who are great swimmers will tell you to not fight the water. It becomes easier if you just relax, let your body float, head down, push your arms out and through, and don’t forget to kick. Professional swimmers make it look so easy and smooth. I think I am moving like that until I watch a video back and I am flapping like a fish out of water.

When I swim, I am most at easy when I remember to control my breathing and just focus on one good stroke at a time. Over time, I have gotten more proficient in the water. I am less stressed and confident. I hope that as each day passes and I am working to build a company and brand that matters and is impactful, I learn to breath and tackle one thing at a time. I don’t panic. I remind myself that I am not drowning. I am deeper waters but I know how to swim.

The even better news, I know that I have my faith in God, my family and friends ready to come to my rescue if and when I need it. So while today I am feel very unsure and anxious, tomorrow is a new day. I get show up and jump in again!

P.S. Hit a Personal Record (PR) today in CrossFit. Completed a 315lb deadlift!

CrossFit has been a journey of commitment and consistency. It has been a masterclass in the power of community. I would be lying if I said I never thought about quitting. There are days I have thought about quitting in the middle of the workout. It can be hard moving with all this love! I never do. I keep showing up. Learning to be ok with progress. Some days, progress means just showing up. Other days, sign me up for the CrossFit Games!

So today, was like any other day. I drop the kiddo off for therapy and then I sit in the parking lot and wait until it’s time for class. If I could have called today’s workout anything, it would be called, “It’s A Thin Line Between Love & Hate.” It was rowing, which I love. Then there were lunges, which I hate. It was a rep scheme of 21-18-15-12-9-6-3. In the parking lot, I am contemplating all my life decisions. I never leave. I chose me. We warm up and I decide that I won’t modify the reps. I will scale down the weight if I needed to get through the workout.

The workout begins and after the first round, I know I am in the fight! Coming off the row, my legs are already burning do these weighted lunges. They tight from Tuesday’s workout and I was already sore. I get through the longest round of 21 reps. I know I will finish before the time cap and I make the wise decision to drop weight. I keep going. Time is ticking and I am about 2/3rds of the ways done and I see that people are finishing. The peanut gallery that is my head comes dressed to impress as self-judgement accessorized with frustration, embarrassment, and a hint of shame. I am extremely competitive. I was raised my a U.S. Marine. Excellence has been hardwired in me. As my coach and classmates are cheering me on, I am trying to just zone out and just get to the finish line. Inside, I want to hide in a hole and cry. I HATE finishing last. Our CrossFit community is amazing. The cheering on is always amazing. I am learning to accept the cheers as always good whether I am going for a PR or struggling to finish.

I finish the workout and unhappy with my performance that day. Coach says that they voted 5 women and 5 men as Most Improved for 2023 and two of them were in our class. She then proceeds to hand me a medal that has Most Improved with my name on it. I could have come un-done at that moment. You might as well have handed me an Olympic gold medal. That’s how it felt to me in that moment. I was proud of myself but it was also nice to be seen.

I don’t plan on quitting Crossfit anytime soon. I hope to make some serious strides in my fitness journey this year (mainly nutrition). For today, I am reminded that consistency matters. I can’t quit on me.

All that to say, I am hopeful-ish. LOL. Let’s be honest. I do have some well laid out plans for how this year will be different. I don’t set resolutions because, well, I typically don’t achieve most of them anyways. Ha! I am setting some intentions. I want to be intentional about a few things this year. While 2023 wasn’t the worst, it is safe to say we are not fully on speaking terms. I want you all to get to know me a little better. Let’s review 2023, shall we?

First, I will say that 2023 kicked off amazing! Started a new tradition, which I can now say it is one, because we did it again this year. This is involves my best friends. One reluctantly goes down a freezing cold slide into the freezing water while the other sits on the sidelines and documents all the foolishness. It’s a blast. We did it again this year!

Mid-march, my youngest kiddo was diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder. While it didn’t come as a complete shock because I was diligent with tracking his milestones, it was hard. It was also relief because we were able to get him the care we needed. It is so awesome to see the progress he has made over the past year. I love hearing his voice. He also only has 3 modes. Sleep. Watch some of his favorite shows while reciting and performing them from memory. Or, full on unbridled energy that is unmatched.

Hello April! Hello 40! Now, this is where the year takes an interesting turn. See, I had big plans…I mean big for my 40th. However, as it got closer to my birthday, I found myself exhausted and burned out. I am fortunate enough I have amazing friends who will show up for you even when you are struggling to show up for yourself. I found myself at Melting Pot surrounded by some of the most amazing people in my life. I showed up that day burned out. Exhausted. Yet, I left dinner with my heart and belly full. I felt so unsure about a lot of things turning 40, but one thing I know for sure, I have an amazing family and friends.

By May, I knew that something had to change. I didn’t know how. I didn’t know what…until I did it. I had been a DEI executive in a tech company. We have moved over to HR which was quite the adventure (but that story is for another day). I knew I didn’t want an HR career. I knew that my passion for people and how to serve them was shifting in a way that the role would not allow. In all honesty, most days, as much as I loved my team and my peers, I felt alone. Over the last year or so in the role, I found myself becoming less “me.” I wasn’t as confident. I was second guessing everything. I stopped trusting my instincts. I was frozen. I was a square peg in a round hole. Here’s the thing. I am a loyalist, to a fault. I will stay long after I should have left. I wanted to see it through, stick it out. I didn’t want to be a quitter. So, I asked God to make it so clear. He delivered. From conversations to a message on Mother’s Day, I knew it was my time to move forward. I had a chat with my husband. This was a scary place for us to be in…again. But we trusted God, I let it all go (with a little cushion too 😉).

The summer and fall was met with lots of prayer, questions, travel for dance with my daughter. Sometimes, more questions than prayer. I was rudderless and really unsure if I was going to jump back on to the corporate wagon. I knew I was telling people I wanted to do my own thing but inside I was unsure. The last year corporate, I felt I lost all my swag. Zilch. I spent much of the summer trying to “rest and recover” from burnout. I went all in on my Crossfit journey. It was my oxygen. While my body was less busy with work…my mind was still on the hamster wheel. The perils of an overachiever. Finally, I decided to launch my own company by the end of the summer. Things are coming along well but it has been quite journey.

Now, here were are. January 1st, 2024. I am not the New Year, New Me type of gal. This year will likely not be without its own set of new fears, challenges, joyful moments and wins. So, no resolutions. Just resolve to lean in as much as possible to my faith, hope, love, and joy.

Long story short, I decided to start a blog because I wanted a safe space to just be me…and then casually share it with all of the internet. 🤣 All jokes aside. I hope this becomes a safe place for anyone searching for a laugh, hope, or an a-ha!

I don’t really know what this thing is going to look like or be just yet. I need a creative space where for now, I don’t have to care. I can just come and express creatively. No grid. No editing. No filters. No scripts. No makeup. Just me.

What does Undercover Renaissance mean?! Other than a Kick-a** name?! Let me explain.

I chose “Undercover” because it reminds me that so many things that are treasured are often hidden until they are found. Just think about it for a sec…fossils, diamonds, trees, wells and I could do on. As visible as I am to many people, there are still parts of me that feel hidden, unseen. Those are the parts of my I am on a journey to discover.

Now, let’s talk about Renaissance…

A Renaissance woman according to Dictionary.com — “a cultured woman of the Renaissance who was knowledgeable, educated, or proficient in a wide range of fields.” Obviously, I do not dabble in time travel. We will be using the second definition — “a present-day woman who has acquired profound knowledge or proficiency in more than one field.”

I have experienced a lot personally and professionally; good, bad and ugly. I have traversed across so many industries and fields from fast food to a corporate exec. Through it all, I am always try to remain curious, learn from my mistakes, live fully through experiences, and never stop growing.

I found this amazing article, 5 Key Values of a Modern Day Renaissance Woman. Is This YOU? where the author shares her idea of a Modern Day Renaissance Woman. I loved these 5 values:

1. Loves continual learning!

2. Focuses on personal development blending physical, mental, and emotional skills.

3. Displays extraordinary self-knowledge.

4. Develops a vision for life, not adopting someone else’s, and dares to follow her dreams.

5. Lives fully.

I don’t always live these values out fully but I feel a lot of these deep in my bones. Over time, throughout life, I learned that my “out of the box” mindset didn’t always “fit the mold”. So, I learned to hide and go undercover. Be palatable for the majority (I’m not just talking about race/ethnicity).

What do I do? Work hard. Learn more. Make people laugh. Be calculated. Be big…but not too big. Smile. Don’t show your weaknesses. Hide the tears. Don’t forget to smile. Hide. All while becoming so afraid to share my light with the closest to me…Me.

I get many of you reading this who “know” me think I am doing amazing. I appreciate it. What I know be true is that there is so much more treasures hidden inside of me. I want leave this planet broke. Broke because I know I excavated every treasure God placed in me and I shared it with the world.

Welcome to Undercover Renaissance.

P.S. I may have to start a cool acronym or something because spelling out Renaissance is not my jam. Thank God for the red squiggly line.