I have always had a strong sense of who I was. That part was clear. But discernment does not always equal direction.

Somewhere along the way, I veered off course. I started adapting to systems, expectations, and advice that did not match the core of who I knew I used to be.

It took time to realize I had not lost myself. I had just been rerouted for an interesting little jaunt. But isn’t that what life is? It’s rarely A to B. More like A… do you C this chaos over here? Wait, where are you going? Did you pack an extra pair of pants?

Through a career that defied categories, a brush with cancer that rewired my perspective, and a slow return to what was always true, I found my way back. Not to some new, upgraded version. Just to the original design. What a fabulous reunion. And I give fabulous hugs. To myself. All versions.

I’m a creative who likes to make things happen in many mediums, with chic seatbelts and the helmet of my choosing. With no distractions, no interruptions, and the deafening voice in my head belongs to me.

Now I help others do the same. Not by handing out prepackaged answers, but by helping you quiet the noise and hear what’s already inside you. No pretending. No bypassing. No branding your way to worth.

This isn’t about reinvention. It’s about recognition. You’re not starting over. You’re starting from truth.

If that hits, welcome. You’re right on time.