You’re Not Behind, You’re Being Redirected

I’m 37 — and I’m not afraid to admit I’ve started over. More than once. 

After divorce. After losing my mom. After shifting careers (more than a few times).

Each time, it felt like I was falling apart.

But the truth? I was being rebuilt.

We talk a lot about growth, but we don’t talk enough about how messy it looks while it’s happening — the tears, the doubt, the in-between moments when you barely recognize yourself. That’s where the real transformation happens.

It’s in those moments when giving up feels easier, but you know it’s not an option — and somehow, you find the grit to keep moving forward. One foot in front of the other.

Lesson 1: The Rebuild After Divorce

No one gets married thinking they’ll get divorced. Becoming a single mom wasn’t part of my plan — but it became one of my greatest teachers.

Suddenly, everything fell on me. Three beautiful babies who depended (and still depend) on me for everything. That season forced me to get intentional about my time, my energy, and my peace.

I learned how to structure my days so I could work and provide, but more importantly, so I could be the mom who shows up — on field trips, in the classroom, at the dinner table.

I learned early on that I couldn’t do it all, and I didn’t need to. I just needed to prioritize what mattered most each day.

That season taught me resilience — but more than that, it taught me alignment.If something drained me or caused me to show up as a poor version of myself, I didn’t want it. My kids deserved better than that.

I’d love to say I made those changes for myself, but truthfully, I made them for my kids. It wasn’t until I lost my mom that I truly understood the importance of self-care and prioritizing myself.

I used to think if my kids were happy and I was making money, that was enough. But I had another restart coming — one that would break me wide open and teach me how to genuinely love myself.

Lesson 2: Losing My Mom — and Learning to Keep Going

Grief changes you. It strips away everything unimportant and leaves you raw, vulnerable, and real.

Losing my mom was the hardest thing I’ve ever been through. I didn’t know a broken heart could hurt that much — physically, emotionally, soul-deep. Learning to walk this earth without her was the loneliest, most heartbreaking experience of my life.

Even now, six and a half years later, it still brings me to tears. Losing her taught me to slow down, to give myself grace, and to take care of myself so I could keep showing up — not perfectly, but whole.

After she passed, I struggled with insomnia, anxiety, and depression — all while raising three young kids who still needed their mom. I realized if I didn’t start taking care of myself, I was going to break.

That’s when I learned one of the hardest, most important truths:

Self-care isn’t selfish.

It’s survival.

Lesson 3: The Career Curveballs

I have a college degree in English Literature with an emphasis in Secondary Education. I always thought I’d be a high school English teacher.

Life is wild, isn’t it?

From nearly a decade as a barista to directing youth programs, to fitness and business coaching, to becoming a self-taught marketing director in real estate — and eventually earning my real estate license — every pivot felt like starting over. But looking back, each one was a stepping stone.

Those “random” chapters built the foundation for what I do now: helping others create businesses that serve their lives, not the other way around.

It’d be easy to look back and label those career changes as failures — but I don’t. I see them as lessons. Every path gave me skills, experiences, and insights that shaped who I am today.

Lesson 4: Betting on Myself

Then a few months ago, life threw another curveball. So, I did the scariest thing I could think of — I started my own business.

I was excited. Terrified. Confident and also full of doubt. And with all of that swirling inside me, I took the leap — I bet on myself.

That leap — became proof that even the hard seasons can grow something beautiful.

Every job, every pivot, every setback — it all led me here.

In just a few short months, this business has grown beyond what I imagined — incredible clients, real connections, and a sense of purpose I’d been chasing for years.

It’s the clearest confirmation that I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.

The heart of it all

If you’re in a season of starting over, hear this:

You’re not behind.

You’re not broken.

You’re being redirected.

Every restart is an invitation — to rise, realign, and rebuild something that feels more like you.

You were made to evolve — to break, rebuild, and rise again.

You’re stronger than you think and more capable than you know.

xoxo