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Life After Loss
Life holds enough quiet ways to unravel the plans we carefully craft. This time, the silence came from within.
I had forgotten how grief settles softly, like fog resting on tired shoulders. How it gently blurs everything once sharp into muted shades of grey.
The Weight of Building, Letting Go & Moving Forward Authentically
I have spent my life building things. Businesses, relationships, dreams.
I’ve started from nothing, held the weight of responsibility, and turned ideas into places where people gather, shop, learn, and grow. I’ve built brands from the ground up, poured myself into them, and then, when the time was right—or when I had no choice—I let them go.
Anything left for me?
Sometimes, I feel like I am everything for everyone else, and there is little left for me. I spend my days wearing many hats, teacher, mother, wife, friend, sister, daughter... with little luxury to be just me. I have dreams and aspirations of living a creative life, but they remain locked away in a prison of fear. If only I could silence the imposter and release the artist…
It’s time to admit the truth. I’m terrified to keep growing.
It’s not for lack of ability, I know I’m capable. I know I’m smart enough, scrappy enough, and persistent enough to figure out almost anything.
The issue lies deep in my subconscious. It’s the part of me trying to “keep me safe”. The part that bullies me into staying small, staying quiet.