Like the proverbial lobster being slowly and unwittingly boiled to death, I spent most of my early adult years painfully forcing myself into lots of tiny little boxes. Boxes built from a lifetime of acquired outside expectations and the skillful masking of what I now know was undiagnosed ADHD. By my mid-twenties I was depressed and restless.

The next five years became a journey of reclaiming myself—a tangle of growing and learning, healing and crying, stumbling and getting back up. Quitting my job and launching a business during a world-wide pandemic. Pivoting approximately two thousand and one times, and pushing past mountains of imposter syndrome to lead other women in their own journeys of radical self-actualization.

Little by little my reality began to change in big ways. I began to deeply trust and tap into my inner guidance. I uncovered and followed the beckon of my divine purpose. I began to allow flow. I began to play more and invite creative inspiration. I discovered new tools and rewrote how to use old ones. EVERYTHING started to change, in and out of the business, in good times, and bad. And the best part? Now I get to guide other in women rewriting their own stars as well.

Sometime between having the time of my life exploring my creativity while getting my Fine Arts degree in Photography and Digital Imaging, and moving into the soul-crushing "reality" of adult life after graduation, I lost my spark. I lost myself.

Like the proverbial lobster being slowly and unwittingly boiled to death, I spent most of my early adult years painfully forcing myself into lots of tiny little boxes. Boxes built from a lifetime of acquired outside expectations and the skillful masking of what I now know was undiagnosed ADHD. By my mid-twenties I was depressed and restless.

It was terrifying to realize I had no idea who I actually was or what I really wanted from my life, but deep down I knew that whiling away the hours uninspired within the confines of my low-paying design job was definitely not it. And it suddenly became clear that I must take the leap to trust fall into the unknown.
The next five years became a journey of reclaiming myself—a tangle of growing and learning, healing and crying, stumbling and getting back up. Quitting my job and launching a business during a world-wide pandemic. Beginning the scary, uphill journey to heal my chronic illness. Pivoting approximately two thousand and one times, and pushing past mountains of imposter syndrome to lead other women in their own journeys of radical self-actualization.

Little by little my reality began to change in big ways. I began to deeply trust and tap into my inner guidance. I uncovered and followed the beckon of my divine purpose. I began to allow flow. I began to play more and invite creative inspiration. I discovered new tools and rewrote how to use old ones. EVERYTHING started to change, in and out of the business, in good times, and bad. And the best part? Now I get to guide other in women rewriting their own stars as well.

from total burnout to high vibes & big dreams