I’ve always been more of a dreamer than a doer…imagining ways to express myself, my inclinations, my inner world through art, wellness, and community-centered offerings.

For a long time, there was a perfectionist instinct in me that self-edited everything. A voice that said I wasn’t good enough yet to begin. That only people who were more “together” accomplished things.

Maybe it’s getting older. Maybe it’s becoming a mother. But somewhere in the past year, something in me shifted. I realized I didn’t care anymore.
I was going to do whatever I dreamed up, and however imperfectly it unfolded, at least it unfolded. I would learn on the way to something greater.

That shift has been a major energetic revelation. We’re told a million times to “just start,” but until something actually clicks inside, it’s hard to live that truth. When it clicked for me, it felt like a mix of confidence, not caring what people might think, and a deeper rooting into who I am right now.

Now I see that all that dreaming was preparing me for this. It wasn’t in vain, it was practice. I think we underestimate dreaming.

Sobriety has also been a huge part of this becoming. It’s expanded what my nervous system can hold… which is funny, because wine in the evening was once how I believed I “relaxed.”

To begin, even if it’s messy.
To try, even if no one’s watching.
To trust that what’s meant to unfold will find its way through you.

❤️