While talking with my daughters recently, I shared that this year marks fifteen years since I moved from Los Angeles to Chicago. It’s been a long time since I paused to really look back—to reflect on the choices, the pivots, the heartbreaks and beginnings that brought me here.
When I left LA, I also left a ten-year relationship and toxic family dynamics behind to start over in a city where I didn’t know a soul. I moved into a high-rise with my rescue dog, Buddy, and built a company from the ground up, only to find myself unhappy not long into what would be an eight year journey. I married a guy I met on Tinder, and we built a life together. Then our daughter was diagnosed with cancer, and life seemed to have reset again. My perspective was forever changed, and it gave me the courage to walk away from a job that I knew wasn’t right for me.
At 42, I’ve changed course more than once, and I can feel another shift on the horizon.
I want to take a moment to share the parts of my story I haven’t told before (some of them harder than others), and the moments I hit reset, choosing a different path when it felt like the only way forward. My story is hopefully a reminder that it’s never too late to create the life you want.