Remember those days when a good old-fashioned roadmap was all you needed? A crisp, folded paper promising a clear destination, a few well-marked turns, and the reassuring knowledge of precisely when you’d arrive. 

Our lives, it seems, have few such guarantees. We are wired to crave certainty—a definitive diagnosis from a doctor, a stable number in our bank account, a roadmap for the future that has no unexpected detours or sudden detours.

We yearn to know how it all turns out, to control the narrative, to predict the next chapter before we’ve even finished the current sentence.

For me, one of those profoundly defining moments came with the loss of my boarding facility. It wasn’t merely a business; it was a dream I had meticulously built with my own hands, fueled by passion and years of dedication.

It was a place teeming with life, where every hoofbeat and whinny was a testament to hard work and connection. The signs of economic shift, the whispers of changing tides, were there if I...

The dust settled, and with it, the quiet. After years of the steady thrum of hooves on packed earth, the low nicker of a horse greeting the morning, and the joyful chatter of riders, my barn was silent. It was a silence that echoed the closing of not one, but two significant chapters of my life: my beloved horse boarding facility and the non-profit ranch that had become my heart's work. At the same time, my coaching venture, which I had poured so much into, also came to a close.

Failure is a funny thing. It isn't a single, dramatic event—it’s a slow, grinding process of letting go. It’s a thousand small decisions leading to one final, painful one.

For me, it was the culmination of financial strain, emotional exhaustion, and the undeniable truth that what I had built, what I had dedicated my life to, was no longer sustainable. I had poured my entire heart and savings into these ventures, believing with every fiber of my being that they were my life's purpose. The reality of having to ...

I want to talk about something deeply personal, a kind of strength that goes unnoticed and uncelebrated, but is perhaps the most profound of all. It’s the quiet, invisible resilience of taking care of others while you're secretly breaking inside. I’m writing this because I lived it, and I know many of you have, too.

For a long time, I was the one everyone counted on. I was the person keeping things together, not just for my family, but for the animals and the people who depended on our farm. I was the stable rock, the reliable presence. But inside, my world was in freefall. 

The pain of my marriage ending was a constant, heavy presence, a silence that screamed louder than any noise. The despair was a dark, silent companion, following me everywhere, whispering that I wasn't enough, that I was a failure. It was a suffocating feeling, one that made even simple tasks feel monumental. 

The nights were the worst, when the silence of the house amplified the emptiness in my heart. Sleep was...

The ranch once hummed with life, a vibrant symphony of hooves on packed earth, the soft nickers of horses, and the distant murmur of voices from the riding arena. Acres of rolling pastureland stretched out under endless skies, a testament to a life built with intention, sweat, and a boundless love for equines. 

For years, this was my world, my identity, a beautiful, sprawling dream shared. Then, like a sudden, fierce squall rolling in across an open field, my marriage ended, leaving me standing alone amidst the vastness of that dream, now a stark, echoing reality.

The separation wasn't just an emotional rupture; it was an earthquake that shook the very foundations of my existence, particularly the ranch. Suddenly, every single responsibility that had once been shared now rested squarely on my shoulders. The boarding facility, the horse care, the sprawling property maintenance – it all became mine, a monumental weight that threatened to crush me. 

And as I grappled with this new, ter...

The number 3 situation that builds Resilience 

Reinvention 

Embracing Transformative Change

Undertaking significant personal transformation calls for immense courage, especially when it means stepping away from circumstances that are comfortable yet misaligned with your deeper purpose.

This journey is rarely picture-perfect. The internal battles, the moments spent second-guessing your path, and the profound uncertainty that accompanies such shifts often go unseen. Still, you pressed on. That unwavering resolve reveals your strength.

A Serpent's Skin: Shedding the Past to Find My Future

The dust motes danced in the last rays of the Greek sun, illuminating the cavernous space my boyfriend's absence had left. One moment, we were planning a future on a remote island; the next, he was gone, and I was adrift.

 "What now?" echoed in the silence, a question both terrifying and exhilarating. My backpack, light with possessions but heavy with uncertainty, was my only constant. My girlf...

Secret #2 Grief 

The Weight of a Secret: My European Odyssey Through Grief, Shame, and Self-Discovery

There are moments in life when the ground beneath you crumbles, leaving you freefalling into an abyss of despair. It's in these moments of rock bottom that you unearth a profound truth about yourself: you are far stronger than your worst moment. Sometimes, the breakdown isn't an ending, but the fierce, necessary beginning of a breakthrough. For me, that breakdown began with a profound and secret grief.

My own descent began with the relinquishment of my daughter, a decision that would forever imprint itself upon my soul. Grief, I would soon learn, is one of life’s most unforgiving yet transformative teachers. 

Whether it’s the death of a loved one, the shattering of a cherished relationship, or the quiet demise of a long-held dream, moving through it changes you on a cellular level. I was about to discover what it meant to feel as though I’d lost everything, even while carryin...

If you’ve lived through these 8 experiences, you’re more resilient than the average person.

#1 Hitting bottom 

My Darkest moment 

The Hawaiian sun, usually a balm, felt like a mocking spotlight on my despair. I’d landed on the North Shore of Oahu with fifty dollars in my pocket and a secret growing in my belly, a secret that felt less like a miracle and more like a ticking time bomb. The vibrant turquoise of the Pacific, the emerald mountains, the easy rhythm of surfer life – it was all a blur, a beautiful, indifferent backdrop to the deep, dark days of my soul. I was adrift, a shipwrecked soul on an island paradise, estranged from a family I’d pushed away, and utterly, terrifyingly alone. Each crashing wave seemed to echo the relentless questions hammering at my mind: What now? Where do I go? How do I survive this?

Island of Isolation

My days blurred into a monotonous cycle of waking to the humid air, watching the surfers chase giants, and trying to lose myself in the vastness of...

 The first of the 8 secrets to building unshakable resilience. The Summer of Love 1967 and my decent into darkness.

The air thrummed with a rebellious energy, a potent mix of peace, protest, and burgeoning self-discovery. San Francisco, in particular, was a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and revolutionary ideas, where the scent of incense mingled with the distant strains of sitars and electric guitars. And I, a naive 16-year-old, freshly graduated from high school, was right there, caught in its burgeoning tide.

When I started at Sacramento City College in the fall of 1966, I was still clinging to the edges of childhood, not turning 17 until later that year. The world, however, was already hurtling forward, shedding its old skin for something wilder, freer. The counterculture was a restless beast, just awakening, its roar still a murmur, its iconic aesthetic just taking shape. We didn't call ourselves "hippies" then. That label, as I'd later learn, was something coined by others, o...

Dearest friends, family, and colleagues,

I'm writing to you today with a heart full of renewed purpose and a vibrant vision for this exciting chapter of my life. As I gracefully journey further into my 7th decade, my perspectives and passions have undergone a beautiful transformation. 

While I've always found fulfillment in my vocation in lifestyle coaching  my focus has now sharpened towards something even more deeply resonant: empowering other women to discover and embrace their own passions, leading to lives filled with even greater zest and joy.

For many years, my professional life in  as a coach provided a solid foundation of learning, connection, and contribution. The rhythms and routines were familiar, and I am grateful for the experiences and relationships I cultivated. However, as I've moved through the past few years, a powerful new calling has emerged, one that feels intrinsically linked to the wisdom and insights I've gained over my lifetime.

This shift wasn't a sudden ...

Dear Beautiful Soul,

Lately, I've been waking up with this deep sense of stillness and a tinge of restlessness. Maybe you know the feeling: like something inside is gently nudging you, saying, "It's time." Not loudly. Not in a panic. Just a quiet, persistent awareness that a new chapter wants to begin.

There are moments when our dreams start knocking a little louder, even when we've buried them under years of busy schedules, responsibilities, or self-doubt. And recently, I've felt that knocks are becoming impossible to ignore.

This week, I've been doing a lot of reflecting. Long walks. Journaling. Sitting in the silence that normally scares me, but now feels oddly comforting. In these sacred pockets of quiet, a recurring question keeps coming up: What would my life look like if I allowed myself to dream without limits?

It brought me back to the teachings of some of the greatest minds in abundance, thinking Napoleon Hill, Bob Proctor, Mary Morrissey, and of course, the timeless ener...