Make Time To Live

Sometimes you just need to pack a bag, grab your sense of humor, and remind yourself that the world is a whole lot bigger than your inbox.

I’ve learned over the years that traveling isn’t about escaping life, it’s about remembering to live it. Whether it’s fly fishing in the mountains with the water cold enough to make you question your life choices, snorkeling in Jamaica alongside fish that are way too comfortable in your personal space, or taking a guided hike through the canyons of Arizona where every turn looks like a postcard. These are the moments that fill my soul.

Utah’s views stopped me dead in my tracks and the hikes there were no joke. Boston’s fresh seafood will ruin you… for all other seafood cannot compare. The Florida Keys, Don’t even get me started. Deep sea fishing there was a mix of beauty, chaos, and laughter. Basically, a perfect metaphor for my life. When I need to breathe, nothing calms my heart quite like watching the waves crash against the South Carolina coast. There’s just something about the ocean that makes all the noise in my head fade away.

But the best part of every adventure is who I get to share it with. The people that mean the most to me will always, by far, be the best part of any trip.

My family have been my favorite travel buddies from the start. Those long road trips with snacks, laughter, and questionable car karaoke, to cabin weekends now filled with card games, adult conversations, and the same kind of laughter that makes your cheeks hurt. Wanting to explore the country and having the opportunity to do so, is the kind of joy I’ll never take for granted.

Then there are the girls’ trips…horseback rides through the countryside, laughter echoing through cabins, and memories that remind me that being terrified or exhausted or totally out of your comfort zone is often where the best stories come from.

Here’s what I know for sure: peace doesn’t just show up on your doorstep one morning. You have to go out and make space for it. Sometimes it’s found in quiet mornings and other times it’s hidden in the middle of adventure. In saltwater hair, sore muscles, and sunsets that make you stop talking for a minute.

I’ve spent enough of my life rushing to the next thing. These days, I’m more focused on soaking it all in. The laughter, the beauty, the food (especially the food), and the people who make it all worth it. I want to keep saying YES to new experiences, to road trips, to seafood by the water, and to every moment that makes my heart swell with gratitude.

So that’s my reminder to myself and maybe to you, too.

Make time to live. To explore. To eat the good food, take the trip, and laugh until your face hurts with the people who mean the most to you. Because peace isn’t found in perfection. It’s found in the messy, beautiful, unforgettable moments in between.

From Paychecks to Purpose

If you lined up every job I’ve ever had, you’d probably think I was either wildly ambitious or just allergic to sitting still. Don’t get me wrong, each career had longevity, I have always been a hard worker but unsure of what my purpose really was. Truth is, it’s probably a little of both. My career path hasn’t been a straight line, it’s been more of a zigzag dance between opportunity, instinct, and “well, why not?” moments. From managing bars to teaching pole dancing classes (yes, that was a real job and no, I don’t regret it), to serving on more volunteer boards than I can count, my résumé reads more like a storybook than a checklist

Each chapter taught me something different. As a bar manager, I learned how to read people faster than any leadership course could teach and how to navigate chaos with a smile, even when everything around you is one spilled drink away from disaster. As a pole instructor, I learned that confidence isn’t about perfection; it’s about showing up, falling, laughing, and trying again. Years in the insurance industry taught me patience and the respect for a profession that no one appreciates. Through my years of volunteering, I learned that real leadership often looks less like standing at the front of a room and more like standing beside people, supporting, guiding, and helping them believe in themselves.

Leadership has always seemed to find me, no matter where I landed. I was the person others turned to when things got messy, when they needed direction, or when someone just had to take charge. I didn’t set out to be “the leader” I just cared deeply about doing things right, helping people feel seen, and making sure everyone left a little better than they arrived. Somewhere along the way, that turned into a career filled with purpose and pride.

But let’s be honest, it wasn’t always easy. There were years I was juggling too many hats, trying to prove myself, or quietly wondering if I’d ever find “my thing.” I’ve had jobs that pushed me to the edge of exhaustion and others that filled my heart but not my bank account. I’ve had moments of clarity and moments of pure confusion, and I’ve learned that both are equally valuable. Because it’s in those messy middle moments, the ones that make you question what in the world you’re doing, that you find your grit, your humility, and your strength.

The truth is, every stop on the road added something to the person I am today. I learned how to communicate with people from all walks of life. I learned that respect is earned through consistency, and that leading with empathy doesn’t make you soft, it makes you strong. I learned that being adaptable is one of the greatest superpowers you can have, and that sometimes the best opportunities show up disguised as hard work.

And now, after all the twists, turns, and trial runs, I get to wake up every day and do work that I love. Work that challenges me, fulfills me, and keeps me growing. More importantly, I get to do it alongside people who make me proud to show up, coworkers who value kindness as much as excellence, and a company that genuinely treats people the way they deserve to be treated. That’s rare, and I don’t take it for granted.

I’m thankful for every experience that shaped me, every lesson that humbled me, and every person who saw potential in me before I saw it in myself. I’m proud of the grit it took to get here and the grace I’ve learned to carry along the way.

So, here I am, still learning, still leading, still laughing through the chaos. I may have started my career chasing paychecks, but somewhere along the way, I found purpose. And if I’ve learned anything, it’s that your path doesn’t have to be perfect to be meaningful. Sometimes, the winding road is the one that leads you right where you belong.

Because purpose isn’t something you find at the end of the road, it’s something you build, one wild, beautiful, unexpected chapter at a time.

Rebirth At The Bathroom Sink

I held a toothbrush in one hand and gripped the counter with the other. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I knew for certain something wasn’t right.

Now listen, I’ve spent a lifetime going in and out of my “health is my top priority” eras. I’ve always known what I should eat, how I should move, and how both of those things are tied to my mental health. I didn’t always do the right things, but I sure knew what they were… and exactly what happened when I didn’t.

In my twenties, my priority was raising babies. In my thirties, I declared it my “take back” era. Then forty came along and I declared it again, because apparently I didn’t quite take back enough the first time. I tried every diet, every cleanse, every workout that left me seeing stars and questioning my life choices. And sure, I looked forward to my “cheat meal” like it was a national holiday.

I took classes, obtained my nutrition certification and became a fitness coach. If you can’t be consistent for yourself, teach others how to be consistent, right? (Kidding… sort of.) I loved coaching though. Being that mix of therapist, drill sergeant, and best friend was my jam. It was rewarding in a way few jobs ever are. I still couldn’t make ME my top priority. Until one day, I didn’t have a choice.

That morning at the bathroom sink, toothbrush in hand, I yelled for my husband. I didn’t even know what was happening, just that my body felt like it was giving out. By the time Brian came running, I was numb…literally numb. Turns out, genetics had decided to cash in their chips. I had suffered a series of strokes. So, yeah. Thanks, genetics. Appreciate you.

I spent a week at Atrium Hospital in Charlotte, NC. No friends or family nearby. Just me, Brian, and my laptop…because yes, I was still answering work calls, sending invoices, and pretending I hadn’t just had strokes. When Brian caught me doing that, he didn’t yell. He didn’t have to. If you know him, you know he’s a man of few words but when he speaks, you listen.

And that silence? It was loud. It was also life-changing.

In that stillness, something in me reignited. A fire, a rebirth, a clarity I hadn’t felt in years. I realized I’d been living like a passenger in my own life, and it was time to slide into the driver’s seat. No GPS, just gut and grace.

Working with my doctor and a functional health specialist, I found balance. I discovered I had Hashimoto’s, an autoimmune disease I’d probably had for most of my adult life. That diagnosis didn’t scare me; it set me free. Because knowledge is power, peace gives you time, and clarity? Clarity is everything.

I changed everything about how I lived. No alcohol, no caffeine, no sugar, no gluten, no dairy, no red meat… and yes, no stress. (That last one’s a work in progress, but we’ll call it “aspirational.”)

And before you say it… yes, I still eat ice cream. Dairy-free, gluten-free, and with the same enthusiasm as ever. If there’s an “Eaters Anonymous,” sign me up, because that’s one addiction I’m not quite ready to let go of.

Here’s the thing, food used to be comfort, distraction, therapy. Now it’s fuel. Nothing more, nothing less. The real challenge was learning to manage my stress. And honestly? Once I realized most of my stress came from other people, work, and my own doing, I knew what I had to do.

I stopped letting people’s opinions or actions take up space in my heart. I learned to say no without apologizing. I leaned on my team at work instead of trying to carry the entire world on my shoulders. Funny thing, when you stop trying to be everyone’s superhero, you actually make room for them to be heroes too. The power in seeing others grow and succeed is undeniably one of my favorite things about being in leadership at my company.

I also stopped putting myself in situations that didn’t fit who I was. If something doesn’t serve me, a person, a commitment, a habit…I let it go. I try new things, say yes to adventure, and genuinely live. Because if genetics want a rematch, they’ll have to catch me mid-laugh doing something I love.

To my kids: I’m sorry for the years I wasn’t the clearest, calmest version of me. Thank you for loving every version anyway.

To Brian: thank you for being steady when I wasn’t, for loving me through all my seasons, and for catching me, literally and figuratively, when I fell.

To those of you reading this: let me be your sign that it’s never too late to start your own journey. You don’t have to do it my way, just take the first step toward your version of better. Read the book. Take the walk. Do the scary thing.

When someone’s chapter in your life ends, don’t slam the book shut. Just place a bookmark, set it on the nightstand, and know you can always revisit it later, if and when it makes sense. Don’t hold grudges. Say thank you. Say I love you. Especially to yourself.

If no one’s told you lately, you are worth it. I’m over here high-fiving the absolute hell out of you. Because watching someone else find their power, That’s my purpose and it feels pretty damn good.

The day we have dreamed of🤍

Today is one of those days, the kind that sneaks up on you after years of imagining it. My daughter, my best friend, my little sidekick since forever, is going wedding dress shopping. And I, along with her soon-to-be mother-in-law and a couple of her closest friends, get to be there for it — brunch, laughter, tears, and all.

This is the moment we’ve talked about her entire life. What kind of man she’d marry, what her wedding would look like, and most importantly, what the dress would look like. The fact that the day has actually come is both thrilling and a little gut-wrenching.

Every Mom’s wish for their child is seeing them live out their dreams…and she’s doing just that. She’s marrying a man who is everything I could have ever wished for her. Watching them build a life together feels like the exact moment I spent all those years raising her for.

But if I’m being honest, it’s a strange mix of emotions. My baby girl, my little adventure buddy, is grown now. She’s paving her own way. And as much as it pains me to admit it, I’m no longer her first call, her best friend, her go-to sidekick. That spot now belongs to her future husband.

And as gut-wrenching as that sounds, I’m completely at peace handing that torch over, because he loves her in all the ways I hoped someone would. It’s his turn now: to love her, to guide her, to protect her, to laugh with her, and to put her first, no matter what. Would this “passing of the torch” be harder if I wasn’t so confident in their love? Absolutely. But I am confident. I’ve seen his heart for her. And it makes this mama’s heart full.

So today, as I watch her glow with happiness, standing in the moment we’ve envisioned so many times, I’ll do it with pride. I raised one special woman who deserves the world, even if she’s a lot to handle (and oh, she is). She’ll deny it, of course, but it’s obvious to everyone else…she’s built a lot like her mama. Which, depending on the day, might be both a blessing and a curse… for her and for the world.

I can’t wait to see her step into the dress that makes her light up from the inside out, surrounded by some of the most important women in her life. Today isn’t just about finding the dress. It’s about soaking in a once-in-a-lifetime moment, one that’s equal parts laughter, tears, and a deep, quiet pride in the incredible woman she’s become.