My Story

I used to be a high school teacher. I loved it. I loved my students, the connections, the spark of inspiration that lit up their eyes when they felt seen, heard, and understood. But deep down, I kept wondering—Is there more?

I convinced myself the answer was to climb higher. To become a principal. That was how I would make a real impact. That was how I would feel fulfilled.

After seven years, I reached my goal. But instead of purpose, I felt buried—under meetings, administrative tasks, and red tape. The deeper I sank into the demands of leadership, the more I lost touch with the very thing that once brought me joy: real, heart-to-heart moments with my students.

One afternoon, a student came to my office for a pep talk. I lived for these conversations. He told me about his love for music, dance, and creative self-expression, and for a brief moment, I felt alive again—connected. As he stood to leave, he paused, looked me in the eyes, and asked, "And you, ma’am? Are you living your dream?"

The question hit like a lightning bolt. My heart clenched, my stomach sank, and a quiet voice inside me whispered a truth I had been avoiding. No. This isn’t my dream. This isn’t where I’m meant to be.

But my school needed me. My students needed me. My staff needed me. My community needed me. I needed to be here… right?

So I smiled at him as I said, "Yes, it is."

The moment he walked out, the weight of that lie settled over me. I felt like a fraud. That moment—one question, one lie—became the beginning of the end of my career in education.

The Leap Into the Unknown

At first, I tried to push the feeling away. I told myself to be grateful, to focus on the good, to keep showing up. But the truth had already cracked something open inside me, and there was no going back.

I could keep trying to force myself into a role that no longer fit, or I could do the unthinkable—I could let it all go.

So I walked away. In the middle of a global pandemic, I made one of the hardest choices I would ever make in my entire life.

I had no grand plan, no roadmap, just the deep knowing that I couldn’t keep living this way. And for the first time in a long time, I decided to trust that knowing.

The following year I poured myself into something new—The Joyful Closet, a business built from my love for animals and my desire to create something meaningful. For the first time, I was my own boss. I set my own schedule. I made my own rules. And slowly, I started to see what I was truly capable of.

I had built something from nothing. I had created a life on my own terms. And yet… something was still missing.

While running The Joyful Closet was empowering, I realized I was craving something deeper. I missed the people. Not just in passing, not just at markets, or through a screen, but in a way that was raw, real, and transformational. I wanted to sit with them in their truth, guide them through their fears, and help them reclaim their own purpose—just as I’d been doing for myself.

And that was when everything clicked.

I trained as a transformational coach, deepened my intuitive and somatic practices, and finally stepped into the work I was meant to do.

Coming Home to My Purpose

Now, through Cosmic Chrysalis, I help others listen to the quiet truth within, release the limitations that have kept them small, and fully embody the life they were born to live.

I know what it’s like to feel trapped in a life that no longer fits. I know what it’s like to hear that inner voice whispering that you are meant for more—and I know the fear of listening to it.

But I also know what’s waiting on the other side: liberation, authenticity, and the deep, soul-anchored knowing that you are exactly where you’re meant to be.

That’s the journey I guide others on now. Because I’ve walked it myself.

And let me tell you—there’s nothing more powerful than reclaiming your purpose and unleashing the fullest expression of who you are.