Hi. Sit down. Kick your shoes off… orrrr not. But definitely get comfy!
You’ve officially wandered into my diaries. My corner of the internet where I overshare responsibly-ish.
This category exists because some stories are too long for emails, too personal for “5 tips to fix your life” blog posts, and too honest to pretend I wrote them with SEO in mind. (I didn’t. Google and I are in a situationship anyway.)
So if you’re looking for polished lessons neatly wrapped in a bow with a moral at the end, this section ain’t that.
This is the messy middle. The thinking out loud. The “why am I like this?” entries. The big dreams scribbled in the margins of an already-full notebook. The big life happenings…
Sooo0oo0o, What Sally’s Diaries is (and isn’t)
Let’s set expectations before I emotionally ambush you.
This is:
- Life updates that feel like voice notes from your best friend at 11:47 pm
- Long, winding stories that start in one place and end somewhere else entirely
- Me admitting things before I’ve fully figured them out
- Big, slightly unhinged goals said out loud so they stop haunting me
- Observations about adulthood, ambition, burnout, faith, discipline, distraction, desire, and doing too damn much
This is not:
- A step-by-step guide
- A productivity checklist (ironically)
- A “here’s what you should learn from this” sermon
- A brand voice section trying to sell you enlightenment for $27 (although certain links might land you on my shop page)
Some posts might accidentally teach you something. But most are just me processing in public.
Now, who am I really?
I’m Sally.
Many of you know me as the chatterbox behind Pennalife.
I’m an ADHDer with a perfectionist streak—which is a truly dangerous combo, by the way. And by “dangerous,” I mean a high-potential (the good) and high-friction (the not-so-good) mix.
I overthink for sport. I’m obsessed with strategizing, planning, and writing (thank God!), and I own approximately 15 journals to document and process my numerous thoughts and ideas.
I buy many for the aesthetics, some for the structure, and some per idea. But journaling as a daily habit has truly changed my life.
I’m a Type-A person, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that I graduated top of my class in Plant Biotechnology (BSc.).
I’m a recovering perfectionist without the slightest affinity for attention. That means I want everything done perfectly—and will do it—just not necessarily today.
I’m a Christian, and my favorite verse of the Bible is Isaiah 49:16-18.
I’m Nigerian, and I’ve had the privilege of writing for and working with people from all over the world.
My favorite flower is the sunflower, even though I have never seen one IRL (I can’t find them in my country, but I’m hoping to change that soon). It’s my belief that it’s not just a plant. It’s a literal mindset inspiration—to always lift your face and heart towards the sun (aka, be positive!) regardless of the situation.
I talk a lot.
Correction: I’m a chatterbox. That has a nice ring to it, I think… My less refined friends say “talkative,” but honestly, they can bite my ass.
I’m a multi-passionate creative with at least 19 half-assed “passion projects” (and I mean at least!), a wildly imaginative mind, and a lifelong beef with follow-through. Which is why I’m deeply obsessed with productivity, time management, and consistency—because if I don’t systemize my life, I will simply float away chasing vibes and ideas.
I love people. In fact, while I was in college, I went for an audition thang where they asked what my hobby was. Guess what I said…
Making friends!
I used to be a full-blown extrovert. Now, thanks to working from home and embracing adulthood and the need to hear myself, I’m realizing I might be an ambivert who needs both solitude and screaming-laughing conversations to survive.
I’m a Gemini. And yes, it’s the best zodiac sign. I meannnn… have you met us? Exactly.
I should also add that I loveeeee dancing. It’s my coping mechanism. It’s my energizing routine. It’s my forever therapy.
When I had my first (and so far only) actual breakup, I was so heartbroken. I cried a little and DANCED real hard. When I was going through a 6-month depression phase because I couldn’t find any job despite my result (my country is a funny place), I danced. Every single day. When the best things in life happen for me, I can’t help but dance too.
So, for me, dancing is the most expressive thing I can do (apart from talking, of course).
I’m a fitness enthusiast, and my go-to breakfast/healthy snack is a bowl of Greek yoghurt parfait.
In 2023, I somehow started a US LLC. In 2025, I somehow closed it. (That’s a story for another day. If you subscribe to my newsletter, you just might read it someday.)
On another corner of the internet, I’m a sales funnel strategist and conversion copywriter. I do logic. I do numbers and psychology and persuasion. I build sales systems.
But this corner is where I let my brain run barefoot.
Why does this diary exist?
Because not everything needs to be optimized.
Because some thoughts need room to breathe.
Because I’m tired of shrinking stories into “bite-sized” wisdom when they deserve to sprawl.
So, this is me showing up as I am—curious, distracted, contradictory, mildly chaotic, ambitious, and real.
If you’ve ever felt like you’re capable of so much but also constantly wandering in your mind… we’re probably soulmates. Or at least internet cousins.
Linger. Subscribe. Be My Friend.
If you like this energy… If you enjoy honesty without the hustle-guru aftertaste… If you want stories that feel like conversations, not content…
That’s where I get extra personal, extra honest, and spill tea I don’t put on the blog. I send it weekly—and I’m sure you’ll totally enjoy reading it.
Another thing you should do is:
👉 Binge this blog. Start anywhere. Follow the rabbit hole.
Anyway, I’m really glad you’re here. If you loved this post and would love to be friends, send me a message! Don’t be a stranger. ❤️
