I’ve been connecting with my community in a meaningful, intentional way since 2008. That year marked me.
My heart for local small businesses wasn’t shaped by theory or trend. It was shaped by experience. By loss. I wasn’t just supporting local business back then. I was a local business. And when the economics of that time forced me to close my doors, the impact rippled far beyond my own life.
Families were affected. Lives were disrupted. Connections were shaken. I still feel that pain today.
What stayed with me most wasn’t only the financial loss. It was the loneliness. The quiet weight of responsibility. The isolation that comes when you’re trying to be strong while making impossible decisions.
It wasn’t until I reached out to two good friends, both business owners, that things began to shift. They didn’t rescue me. They didn’t tell me what to do. They listened. They understood. And that connection gave me just enough clarity to make hard decisions that helped me move forward.
Out of that season, something lasting was born. I committed myself to staying connected to my community, especially through social platforms, not to promote, not to posture, but to bring inspiration, encouragement, and hope. To remind people, especially those carrying heavy loads, that you are not alone.
That commitment eventually led me to partner with one of those friends to help save their business. I’m deeply proud to say that business didn’t just survive. It thrived. And today, it has been passed on to someone who will carry it into the future. That matters to me more than words can fully express.
Now, at 64 years old, I’m acutely aware that I have fewer years in front of me than behind me. That awareness doesn’t bring fear. It brings focus. And that focus is why this year, 2026, feels different. Not louder. Not bigger. Just clearer.
Two thousand eight marked me. Twenty twenty-six empowered me. Empowered me to slow down. Empowered me to choose presence over noise. Empowered me to walk with my community, not ahead of it, not behind it. Just walking. Side by side.
You’ll see me out early in the mornings. You’ll hear me honoring people who don’t often get honored. You’ll see me lifting up local businesses, neighbors, parents, grandparents—everyday people doing their best to live honest lives.
This isn’t a campaign. It’s not a launch. And it’s not about selling anything. It’s about presence. About acknowledging what matters while it’s happening.
I’ve lived long enough to know this: when we fail to slow down and truly see the people and places that carry us, something essential is lost. Good people begin to feel invisible. Connection thins. Hope quiets.
I don’t want that for my town. I don’t want that for the people I care about. And I don’t want that for myself.
So I’m choosing to be intentional with the moments I’m blessed with moving forward. Family. Friends. Community. And yes, local businesses are part of that community.
This is Living Strong to me. Not bravado. Not noise. But showing up with humility, consistency, and heart.
If you’re reading this and carrying something heavy, know this: you don’t have to carry it alone. And if someone comes to mind as you read—a person, a family, a small business—maybe today is a good day to reach out.
That’s how ripples begin.
Living Strong.