We only claim the identity once the result confirms it. Artist when it sells. Successful when the title hits. Beautiful when the mirror agrees. It’s intermittent reinforcement—like pulling a slot machine lever, chasing the rush and forgetting the losses. When we outsource our worth to outcomes we can’t fully control, we stay stuck chasing happiness instead of embodying it. Power returns the moment you decide who you are before the proof appears.

I color-coded calendars, meal-prepped kale, and optimized my life trying to “get it right.” And still—it was never enough. The truth? Balance is BS. It’s not empowering, it’s soul-crushing. So what if the game was rigged from the start—and instead of playing fair, we went all in? Careers that light us up. Love that meets our standards. Energy that’s unapologetically too much. Stay close. Big things are coming.

This week as I was driving my feral child to day care, I popped on an Audible to drown out another rendition of Wheels on The Bus … and I happened upon Malcolm Gladwel’s Outliers . (Sidebar: this has been on my list to read for years and it is not disappointing!)   But anyway , he reminded me something I have always been fascinated with: Did you know that studies show that you only need 10,000 hours to become a master at something? For context, that's roughly ten years.  

You’ve probably noticed this about yourself: When a friend needs help, you’re there. No hesitation. No second thoughts. You’ll move mountains, reschedule your entire day, over-give until your own body is running on fumes.   But when it’s flipped? When someone wants to give to you? When they offer help, praise, love, or generosity, suddenly, your skin crawls. You deflect, minimize, brush it off. You turn it into a joke.  You’re more comfortable carrying everyone else than let

While it feels like two lifetimes ago, I can still remember lying in bed next to someone who was supposed to love me, who I was supposed to love back, staring at the ceiling, my body stiff with silence. The clock ticked. My chest was tight. And all I could think was:  why does this feel so heavy?   I told myself it was normal. That love was supposed to feel like work. That the pit in my stomach was just the cost of partnership.   But here’s what I know now: 👉 Love shouldn’t

If affirmations actually worked, your mirror would have fixed your life by now. “I am enough.” “I am powerful.” “I am confident.”   Cute. But let’s be honest—those mantras aren’t what change your life. They don’t dissolve the resentment sitting in your chest at 2am. They don’t bring back the spark in your relationship. They don’t give you the courage to walk into your boss’s office and finally ask for the raise.   What does? Embodied action. And that’s what I see, over and o

Most women aren’t stuck because they lack motivation—they’re stuck because they’re depleted, disconnected, and carrying quiet resentment. And change doesn’t happen by thinking harder or manifesting more. It happens through embodied action, supported in the right container. I’ve watched women reclaim clarity, confidence, boundaries, intimacy, and direction in just weeks when they step into spaces designed for real transformation. This October, you don’t have to keep circling.

I’m joining 15+ powerhouse women for The Boutique Business Council, Season 2—a free 4-day event for conscious entrepreneurs who want to grow without the hustle. We’re talking wealth as revolution, intuition in business, storytelling, alignment, and abundance without burnout. If you’re craving more from your career and want to build success that feels good to your soul—this is your invitation.

By 23, I had three psychology degrees, top internships, and offers from the FBI, Homeland Security, and NYPD—yet I ended up working for a man I despised, burning out under the weight of others’ opinions. Quitting without a plan cracked me open. Now, I help women remember who they are so they stop shrinking for careers, relationships, or lives that drain them. That’s the pulse of Yes, I Am Too Much™: reclaiming pleasure, power, and purpose.

This week was hard. The kind of week that calls a family to the table— emotionally, logistically, spiritually.   It was heavy. But...

Ways in which "praise" can be disguised from what it truly is- a way to keep us small.

How I learned to "take up space" and be the person you notice when they walk into the room as a women in their midlife.

The irony of being a coach and teaching and preaching empowerment to women in their midlife.

The story of how I ended my engagement weeks before walking down the aisle even when it felt scary, but I knew it was the RIGHT decision for me.

This is my story on how I practiced what I preach and learned to be confidently, ME.

It does not matter if you are 15 or 50, you can still be "coming into yourself," because age is a mindset.