Kind of a Wreck, Kind of a Leader

I wanted my first post to be polished. Confident. Insightful. Something that made you think, “Damn, she really has her life together.”

But the truth is, I’m sad.

Not just today. Not just situationally. I’ve been carrying something heavy for a long time. Loss, burnout, loneliness, disappointment. Some days I move through it like a pro. Other days, I sit on my couch, stare at my to-do list, and wonder how everyone else is doing this thing called life without falling apart.

I’m not falling apart. But I’m not thriving either. I’m somewhere in the middle.
Kind of a wreck.
Kind of a leader.
Still here.

I’ve lost a lot.
People I’ve loved.
Versions of myself.
Careers I outgrew before I was ready to say goodbye.
And lately, I’ve felt like I’m standing at the edge of something new, but I don’t know what it is yet. All I know is I can’t go back.

This blog isn’t here to give you answers. It’s not here to tell you how to lead, grieve, grow, or heal. I’m not an expert in being fine. But I am becoming an expert in showing up anyway.

So if you’re tired of polished advice and perfect branding…
If you’ve ever doubted yourself and still got out of bed…
If you’ve ever cried in the bathroom between meetings or stared at your ceiling wondering what the hell you’re doing with your life…

You belong here.

We’ll start from wherever you are.
Messy. Honest. Beautiful.
Not perfect. Still powerful.