I’m a nobody living in Vegas — a speck of a human in a city full of people who are much louder, shinier, drunker, and more determined to be seen. Most people will never interact with me, and honestly? Same. I work from home. I go to the grocery store. I hang out with my husband, my kid, and my two cats mainly.
Sooo, who am I.
I’m not a guru, a wellness influencer, or someone with life together. I’m a nearly-40, lived-some-shit, and I have no idea what normal is anymore. I just try new things, try to be logical, and sometimes share the results.
I’m a daughter, twin, sister, mom, wife, ex-wife, employee, and friend.
I’ve moved over 30 times, had 7 different step-parents, visited multiple countries, met 100’s of interesting people, worn many hats professionally, survived addiction, rehab x2, 3 marriages, 2 divorces, survived miscarriage, had a healthy son, had successful relationships, had full blown mental breakdowns, bought and sold 5 houses, had miracles happen, and have regrets as well, fought for my mental health, had people fight for me, and starting over is becoming my specialty.
I’ve reinvented myself more times than most people change their WiFi passwords. I’ve been the disaster, the comeback, the cautionary tale, the redemption arc, the villain, and the main character — sometimes simultaneously.
Does any of that mean I matter?
No.
It just means I’m human and have stories.
So why should you care what I think?
Honestly?
You shouldn’t.
My opinion doesn’t matter more than yours — and I’m not here to pretend otherwise. Influencers act like their thoughts are commandments from Mount Olympus when really half of them just learned how to fold towels last year.
If anything, I’m here because no one knows what they’re doing.
Not me, not you, not the girl with 1M followers preaching “alignment,” not the guy reviewing olive oil on YouTube (much to my husband’s joy).
We’re all guessing.
We’re all winging it.
We’re all improvising adulthood with varying levels of panic while the world rapidly changes around us.
We’re all chasing moving targets.
I’m just giving you my version of the chaos — openly, honestly, and without cartoon filters.
I’m not selling detox tea.
I’m not offering a course.
I’m not pretending my life is a curated Instagram reel.
I’m not telling you to live like me.
I’m just sharing my experiences, the things I’ve learned, the weird things I’ve survived, the thoughts that keep me up at night, the jokes I can’t say out loud, and the occasional wisdom I paid way too much emotional tax for.
If any of that resonates — welcome.
If it doesn’t — that’s fine too.
I barely understand myself most days.
But I’m real.
I’m honest.
And this seems fun.
If that’s enough reason to stick around, then let’s see where this goes.