Meet
Your Sorted guide, Karen Paritee
Me:
Accomplished.
Intentional.
Trusted.
Also Me:
Torn.
Exhausted.
Stuck.
This was maddening.
For 45 years (not a typo), I I tried everything to end the constant jackhammering in my head: Why can’t you just do what’s best for you?? You know how you’ll feel if you don’t!”
Books. Programs. Willpower. Self-love. Progress-tracking. Affirmations. And all the etceteras.
To what end? No end. Just more bargaining. More bracing. More promising: This will be the last time.
Every choice felt like a judgment. Proof I either I cared about myself, or that I didn’t.
What Changed
For years, I thought my problem was willpower. That I didn’t make myself a priority.
I finally realized that my “problem” was my “competing” priorities: I wanted what I wanted-and what I also wanted. And every time I tried to get one, it felt like it was costing me the other. (Who’s raising her hand for that??)
Here’s how that cycle was showing up for me—just one example in a seemingly endless parade of shoulds and shouldn’ts.
Most days after work, the first thing I’d do when I walked in the door was head to the kitchen-for Doritos, or something else I didn’t want to want but wanted. (If you know, you know.) Sometimes still in my coat, standing at the cupboard-depending on how “fabulous” the day had been.
All the way, I wished I didn’t feel like going to the cupboard. I wished I could stop at the first one or the next one or at any point before “oh my God, how are you here again.”
Until I saw myself Sorted. And then—WTF??—I, the same woman who used to head to the kitchen on what felt like autopilot—was standing there freezing Doritos?? Because eating them now felt so optional that I had to freeze them to keep them fresh?? An out-of-body experience in my own body. (Who’s raising her hand for that??)
That’s when I realized. I hadn’t been self-sabotaging. I had been trying to stay whole. My “problem” had been that I wanted to eat Doritos without the guilt, and not eat Doritos without the deprivation. My “problem” had been that I had too much respect for what I wanted, and what I also wanted.
Fortunately, that was also the solution. Respecting the wisdom behind my “bad” habits was the method to ending my “madness.”
A View from the Other Side
You’re the opposite of being your problem. You’ve been trying to move forward without giving up what also matters. That’s not “sabotage.” That’s devotion. Logical. Not “pathological.” And seeing that changes everything.
Why I Built Sorted
That recognition-that my “problem” never was one-is a conversation I knew belonged with women who understand what it costs to build entire systems around not trusting themselves. And who don’t want to spend any more time feeling like they’re perpetually on their way to where they don’t want to go.
I built Sorted for the woman who’s tired of managing herself like a liability. Tired of trying to out-discipline self-doubt. Tired of refereeing endless internal debate. Who wants to feel safe with herself—and at home in her own mind.
Sorted is for the woman who has “failed” to change herself-because that successful “failure” is exactly what positions her to move forward without losing what matters on either side.
Sorted exists for the woman who has wished for a remedy that would make what she “knows” is enough feel like enough.
Sorted doesn’t ask you to give up what you want to get what you also want. That costs too much and never pays off. And that’s not right. Instead, it shows what’s always been true: you and the person you want to be -are the same person. (And when you see that is true, what else can come true?)
It may feel like your actions contradict what you want.
But aligning with who you already are is how you deliver what you want and what you also want-and see that you’re already in the kind of relationship with yourself that checks all your boxes.
Sorted is for the woman who wants to be in community with women who see that they are already living proof of who they want to be. (Un-misery loves company, too.❤️)
Come as you are. So you can leave how you want to be.
(And not even you’ll be able to stop you.)
Highest Regards,