I’ve been thinking a lot about how many chapters I’ve already lived.
I remember being a younger woman who genuinely believed she wasn’t very intelligent.
Then came the chapter where I wanted to prove everyone wrong
and decided I was intelligent, just in my own way.
That led to businesses that failed.
Lessons that were hard.
Moments where I questioned everything.
Then things started to click.
A business that worked.
Confidence that grew slowly.
Then I became a mother,
and everything shifted again.
I had to learn how to hold ambition and care at the same time.
How to build something sustainable.
How to trust that I could provide.
Now I’m in a chapter where I know this to be true:
I’m financially independent, with a business that supports my family.
Not because it was easy.
But because I kept becoming.
This New Year doesn’t feel like a fresh start.
It feels like a continuation.
If you’re standing at the edge of a new chapter too,
you don’t have to figure it out alone.
My January calls are open if you want to talk things through properly.