My path has been anything but linear. It has unfolded through a series of thresholds, each one inviting me to shed another version of myself I thought I needed to be in order to belong, succeed, or be loved.

Fifteen years ago, I made the life-altering decision to leave a ten-year marriage where I felt unseen and unsupported. I had stayed far too long, tethered by financial dependence and the fear of the unknown. His parting words — “Good luck making it” — echoed in my ears as I walked away, and for a time, they lit a fire in me.

As a single mother, I poured everything I had into building a five-star therapeutic massage practice. It became a thriving business, with a devoted client base and a stellar team. I refined every detail, held high standards, and built a reputation I was proud of. But eventually, the slow burn of depletion set in. My body, always wise, spoke first — revealing what my mind wasn’t ready to admit: I had been operating from a place of proving, not from worthiness.

Beneath the structure of success, my soul was quietly calling me toward the work that had always lit me up — guiding, coaching, midwifing transformation. I longed to step fully into that path, but the fear of letting go kept me frozen. Still, the whisper kept growing louder.

Then came the moment that changed everything: a retreat in Sayulita, Mexico. I had just arrived when I saw a woman lounging by the pool — soft, radiant, fully at ease. The contrast between her energy and mine stopped me cold. I realized I’d been moving so fast for so long, I had forgotten what it felt like to simply be. That moment cracked something open. I saw with painful clarity that I was surviving, not truly living.

Even with that awakening, I resisted. I clung tightly to the security of the business — until life, in its wisdom, took it from my grasp. What followed was a season of grief and unraveling. I hadn’t yet built the inner resourcing I now help women cultivate — the rootedness that can hold you when everything external begins to fall away.

So I sought support. I did the work I didn’t even realize I still needed. I began to slow down, to listen, to trust the wisdom of my body. And over time, I stepped into a level of sovereignty I hadn’t known was possible.

What I now know — in my bones — is that I am infinitely worthy. I hold the key to my own power. My truth is trustworthy. And I am already whole.

I no longer create from striving or push to prove. I create from alignment. I lead from wholeness. And I walk beside the women I serve as they do the same — guiding them to trust themselves at this level, to embody the truth they hold for others.

Today, I am in the most loving marriage of my life, doing the work that lights my soul. Not because I followed a perfect plan, but because I finally loved myself enough to receive.