A Call for Change

I feel like it starts small.

Just a little voice in the back of your mind saying:

“What am I doing here?”

“Why does this matter?”

“Who are these people?”

 …

Then it shifts a bit.

“I don’t want to be here.”

“I don’t want to do this.”

“I don’t want to be around this person… this doesn’t feel right.”

 …

If you keep pushing it down, that voice grows louder:

“I hate this.”

“My life sucks.”

“There’s no joy.”

“These people are stupid.”

 …

Things might hold you there—relationships, money, fear of disrupting your life—but slowly, it starts to zap your joy.

 …

Each day gets harder.

Even the things you used to enjoy feel like a chore.

One day, you look in the mirror and realize you don’t even recognize the person staring back at you.

 …

You don’t remember your hobbies.

Enjoying anything feels impossible.

What did you do when you were a teenager and had free time?

Did you paint? Draw? Run? Swim? Sing? Act?

When was the last time you even laughed?

So, you start reading self-help books.

 You try different programs—ones that aren’t organic to you or your body—and they don’t quite fit. Suddenly, you’re waking up at 5:00 AM for your “miracle morning,” working out, packing lunches, rushing the kids out the door, and heading to work—where the real you gets left behind.

 You push your feelings back.

Rest and healing are always somewhere else, some other day.

This is the life you signed up for, right?

 …

Except… you don’t remember agreeing to all this.

Especially not the loneliness.

A kind of loneliness that no one can fill—because you no longer know yourself after years of neglect.

Does this sound familiar?

Does this sound like you?

Well, it sure as hell was me.

I was chasing happiness down a dozen paths, asking other people who they thought I was. I let them brand me—“Manufacturing Powerhouse”—tell me how to dress, how to appear, how to act. All to make money. All to get opportunities.

Meanwhile, my family was falling apart. And I didn’t even notice—until it was crumbling at my feet.

 I bought into the whole thing: perfect mom, perfect business owner, leader, entrepreneur… blah blah blah.

Then it all went down the toilet.

And then?

I blew the toilet up.

 …

Yeah, I know. It’s a common story.

I’ve read enough self-help books to know I’m not alone. But even with all that knowledge, there was no map. Just more copy-and-paste advice: 

• “Make sure you meditate.”
  Um… how the fuck do you meditate?
• “Work out—but not too hard or your cortisol will spike, but make sure your heart rate gets high for your cardiovascular health.”
  Great. Let me just read a thousand books and become my own personal trainer.
• “Eat all organic, whole foods.”
  Sure. I’ll just use my imaginary 3-hour window every day and try not to lose a finger cooking.
• “Meal prep.”
  You want me to plan meals, shop, prep, and store food for everyone in my house… and somehow know on Friday what I’ll feel like eating today?
• “Journal.”
  Quick thought: I don’t want to think my thoughts, let alone read them back to myself.
• “Do affirmations.”
  How am I supposed to tell myself I love who I am when I want to change everything about myself?
• “Write down your top 3 daily tasks and get them done, no matter what.”
  Sure—right after I help the guy crying in my office because he’s fighting with his wife. There goes an hour.
• “Create 5 new contacts per week.”
  That might as well be a million. The last five burned me so badly I’m still recovering.
• “Don’t be afraid to ask for the sale.”
  If I even hint at doing business, I’m suddenly greedy? 

I could go on. Trust me, my self-help library is extensive.

And honestly? That stuff is good advice.

I use a lot of it now. But I couldn’t just copy and paste it into my life and expect it to work. I had to find my own way. I had to face what was really blocking me from getting the results I wanted.

And if I’m being completely transparent…

It all came back to my relationship with myself.

The more comfortable I got in my own mind and body, the more I could do—and the more I could find the things that genuinely bring me joy.

Is my work perfect? No.

But it’s better.

Is my personal life perfect? Also no.

But it’s pretty fuckin’ close—and closer than it’s ever been.

 This is the launch of ME.

 Who I am. What I’m about.

I’m a manufacturing business owner.

A mom. A partner. An entrepreneur.

I’ve climbed mountains—internally and externally—to learn and love myself and come into right relationship with God.

I can talk balance sheets, process development, marketing, kids, food, fitness, and life like the best of them. And now?

I want to help you succeed.

I want to share this wisdom so that more people can live and lead with authenticity and ethics.

I want to connect with other business owners who are in it to do it differently. Not just to survive—but to create something meaningful.

Because something does need to change.

And it’s gotta start somewhere.

Why not with you?