This journey began when my youngest child entered second grade—a quiet turning point that marked the beginning of a new chapter in my life.
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After taking several years off to raise my four children, I was eager—and a little anxious—to return to the nursing career I loved. During that time, I had also spent four years teaching preschool out of my home, which kept me connected to my passion for caregiving and education. As I prepared to reenter the workforce, I imagined stepping right back into the healthcare path I had once envisioned. But life had other plans, and that journey was about to unfold in an entirely unexpected direction.

To my dismay, I discovered that although I believed I had met all the requirements to maintain my nursing license, I had fallen short. Unknowingly, I had allowed it to expire. Learning that regaining it would require starting almost entirely from scratch was devastating. I quickly realized that this was a sacrifice I wasn’t willing—or able—to make at that stage in my life. The weight of shame and regret was overwhelming. I felt lost, directionless, and heartbroken, mourning the future I had spent years picturing for myself.

Having spent years at my childrens' schools, transitioning into a position within the district felt natural and comfortable. Initially, I saw it as a temporary step-just something to do while I figured out what came next. But to my surprise, I discovered a deep sense of purpose and passion in the work. I found joy in building relationships grounded in love and trust with students and staff around me. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. There was a noticeable emotional gap-something that I couldn't quite reach. The more I worked, the more I realized I lacked the tools to bridge that gap. And I came to understand that the foundation for that kind of emotional connection begins at home.
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Then, one day in 2017, I happened to hear a radio advertisement for a Parent Coach training program. As I listened, it felt like everything I had been searching for—the description spoke directly to my heart. Excited, I immediately looked up the details, only to discover that the program required daily, in-person attendance and significant travel. My heart sank. As much as I wanted it, I knew it wasn’t realistic for me or my family at the time. I was left wondering: why did something that felt so right seem so out of reach? I couldn’t shake the thought. It lingered, stirring questions and hopes I hadn’t fully understood until that moment.

Three years later, the world came to a standstill as COVID-19 hit—shutting down life as we knew it, but unexpectedly opening the door to a new world of remote learning. While virtual schooling was a challenge—both in my role at work and at home with my own kids—it also created the opportunity I had been waiting for. In 2021, I was finally able to complete my training and become certified as a Life Coach.The transition into this new role has come with a steep and often excruciatingly slow learning curve. But despite the challenges, I continue to find deep fulfillment and purpose in helping others uncover truth, clarity, and meaning in their own personal journeys.

Through my journey of helping others, I’ve discovered unexpected healing and growth within myself. I’ve learned to find beauty in the ashes, strength in perseverance, and purpose in even the most difficult life experiences. What once felt like detours have become defining moments, shaping not only who I am, but how I serve those around me.