About

I was the kid who reorganized her room and bought new planners for fun.

Straight As. Extra credit. National Honor Society. I was obsessed with being good—and even better at being the best. I picked a “smart” major (biomedical engineering), took on leadership roles, interned, volunteered, did all the things. Gold stars? I collected them like it was my job.

And for a while, it worked.

I was praised, promoted, and respected. I got hired for jobs that looked impressive on paper. I hit all the “milestones.” And still—I was constantly overbooked, quietly anxious, and secretly disappointed that doing everything right still didn’t feel like enough.

I never saw my parents rest growing up. Productivity was expected and rest was lazy. And even after I left home, that story stuck: if I wasn’t producing something—work, meals, results, checklists—I wasn’t worthy.

It caught up to me.

Motherhood cracked me open. Starting a business rocked me. My body rebelled. My spirit called bullshit. And one day, in the middle of a to-do list spiral, I heard this quiet, dangerous question:

Do I want the goals I’m trying to reach? Am I only worthy if I’m working hard?

So I burned it down.

The expectations. The perfectionism. The hyper-productive version of success I inherited and never questioned. I let it all go—painfully, imperfectly, and on purpose.

In the void, I rebuilt. Slowly. With astrology and Human Design. With journaling and science-backed habit change. With permission to be human, not just productive.

And that’s where the magic started. I stopped performing success and started living it. For real. On my own terms.

Today,

I’m a mom, a military spouse, a coach, a behavior change strategist, a Leo Sun, and a Manifesting Generator who finally stopped waiting for permission.

I still get shit done—don’t worry, I’m not here to sell you a meditation pillow and pretend your inbox doesn’t exist. But now? My productivity is personal. Rooted in values, energy, identity, and actual joy.

I still love routines, my to-do list, and planning. I also love reading smutty fantasy novels on the couch in the middle of the day. Both matter.

Success, for me, is picking my kid up fully present. Saying no without guilt. Getting enough sleep and still hitting my goals. Working with clients who inspire the hell out of me. Taking aligned, messy action. Feeling alive in my own life—not trapped by it.

I built this business to show you how to do the same.

Welcome to my world.