How My Journey Began

(and how it’s still going)

Organized Chaos

That’s exactly how I always described my life. I have never been a material girl (cue the music!), but for as long as I could remember, I always had “stuff” in my life, in several different, and sometimes obnoxious, spots. I’d create a super organized system, make a room magazine worthy (not Joanna Gaines - worthy, but you get the idea), and then I’d want to start a project, or get crazy involved in kid stuff, or just be really, really tired for days on end. And that picture-perfect room suddenly had a pile of papers on the center of the table, markers, jewelry making tidbits, and glitter collected in one corner, and a half full glass of water next to a mug with used tea bags in it.

I was the prime example of a '“jack(ie) of all trades, master of none” and my mind was always in a hundred places at once.

A thousand things interested me (a thousand and one things still do), I fell in love with something new every day (I will never, ever stop my heart from feeling all the feels), and I’d get distracted or interrupted by shiny opportunities and I’d follow them right out the door to see if they were even half the fun that they appeared to be. I never said no to a friend’s invitation and I never turned down the gift of lounging on the couch watching the Disney Channel with any one of my kids wrapped up with me - all day if they asked; and if they didn’t ask, I’d offer….

So, I’d have boxes of unfinished projects, piles of thoughts and ideas on papers, baskets of clean laundry, stacks of books and an impressive collection of piled flip flops. BUT, they would be “organized”.

It was CHAOS.

My mind has been incredibly gifted at formulating amazing(??) ideas, inspiring endless creativity, filling my heart with a hungry curiosity and wanderlust for adventure and being able to have fun no matter where I was, what I was doing, or who I was with.

What it had never been successful at, was granting me the natural abilities to stay on task, finding and keeping motivation, or really understanding that spontaneity and innate contentment in almost every circumstance, were not necessarily the building blocks for living a life that I wanted.

All that stuff surrounding me physically and all the mental noise taking up residence in my head held a weight that I didn’t even notice.

I was EXHAUSTED

I was EXHAUSTED

Not just physically, but mentally.

I Couldn’t Spend my Next 50 Years Living this Way - Simply Existing, Not Really LIVING

  • My 50th Birthday was Fast Approaching

    I was (happily) divorced, a single mom of 3, attempting to repair a post-Covid business, in a new-to-us-but-not-quite-big-enough-for-all-our-”stuff” house, maintaining relationships with those I care about, helping others when I could … you know, trying to do it all, but not really doing any of it.

  • I Felt Like CRAP.

    I was tired to the bone. I had zero motivation. My body was achy. My mind was foggy. I didn’t feel sad, but I sure didn’t feel joy either. I could muster energy and rally and be a spitfire one day, and then I was completely depleted for 4.

  • I Took a Long, Long Rest. And then I Woke Up.

    I started to meditate. I started to write. I started to be intentional in what I was thinking about. I did some reading. I listened to some podcasts. I went to the doctor.

    I was not living the life that I WANTED.

    I wasn’t being the person that I wanted to BE.

    For my kids, for my relationships, for my business, and certainly NOT FOR MYSELF

  • I Figured Some Shit Out.

    First, I was re-diagnosed, and finally trusted, that I am ADD (no hyper here haha!). It also was reconfirmed that I have some autoimmune issues that affect everything from my energy levels to my pain restrictions to my brain fog.

    Second, I realized that being content and being able to go with the flow and finding the silver lining in every single damn cloud does not equal happiness, choice, or direction.

    Most importantly, I realized that I was NOT living a life that I wanted and if I didn’t do something about it, I never would.

    I had let my life happen to me all these years

    I made a CHOICE for the first time in a long, long (1st time ever??) …

    I was going to create a life that I actually wanted.

  • I Decided Being 50 Would Mean SO MUCH MORE than being Ageless. I Would be AgeMORE.

    Yes. More Life. More Joy. More Direction. More Love. More Energy.

    More Living.

    And LESS “Existing”.

    I Worked My ASS OFF.

    I’m STILL Working it off.

    I’ll willingly and unashamedly share all the details… the whys, the hows, the tools, the results. It’s why I’m here.

    I think it’s why you might be too.

First, I Need to Be Clear…

  • (No) Regrets

    I do NOT, for one single moment, ever regret being a mom, and I don’t even regret being married. My kids are my heart and soul and all I ever did knowingly want in life, was to be a mom.

    I DO, however, regret that I wasn’t the mom that I always thought I would be and that my kids deserved. They turned out pretty well, in spite of me.

    I do regret not understanding what I wanted, expected, and deserved, in a relationship BEFORE I got into one.

  • I Talk. A lot.

    I overshare.

    I know how hard it is for people to be vulnerable, so I interject when I can relate so that they don’t feel alone. I know it’s not always appreciated, so I am working on this. I thank you for understanding that I’m only trying to make you feel understood, but feel free to call me out on it!

    I ramble. I get off course. I use my hands. I roll my eyes - but only because I’m weird, not annoyed. Feel free to snap me back to here and now.

    Oh, and I swear.

  • I Really Do Understand

    I have been the brunt of the jokes of my own life. I’ve been the disappointment. I’ve been completely misunderstood, unseen, unheard & even forgotten.

    I’ve also been picked up, brushed off & shined up. I’ve been cheered on, loved, and most importantly, respected.

    Every single one of these, the good and the bad, I have been responsible for doing to myself.

    I understand the struggle. I understand the triumph.

I hope you’ll hang around, find some value in hearing the stories and inspiration that I have found along the way. There’s still so much to come and I can’t wait to hear all about your journey too!

Hope to connect with you soon!
XO Kat ~

The Change comes from within — and I’m here to help you activate it.

DISCOVER.

CHOOSE.

LIVE YOUR LIFE.