About

Once upon a time, my younger sister and I were torn from our warm, sunny San Diego home, and taken to the dark, rainy void that is Everett, WA. All because my dad got a good job at Boeing.

I hated growing up in the Pacific Northwest (can’t you tell?), but tried to make the most of my situation, since I was a kid and couldn’t really do anything about it anyway. Running away crossed my mind, but I knew it wouldn’t be practical. Instead I escaped into music, books, movies, and my own imagination.

It took me until I was 19 before I realized that I didn’t *have* to live in Washington state anymore! I was an grown ass adult, and had a car! 

So I drove my adult ass down to Arizona to start a new life in the hot sunny desert. Despite a rocky start and an abusive relationship, I started figuring out what made me feel happy and fulfilled. 

I dumped the guy and started working at entry level jobs like Pizza Hut and pest control for a few years. It got boring, and it crossed my mind that I would be better served by pursuing creative endeavors instead. Which meant school. 

That year I went into the graphic design program at my local community college. Around that same time I met and married my husband, and once on his insurance, I was diagnosed with the first of many autoimmune diseases, Systemic Lupus Erythematosus (SLE).

After two and half years of school I graduated and launched my own design business. I even tried my hand at teaching website design and advertising at Grand Canyon University for a few semesters.

But by now I was starting to get burnt out from graphic design. 
The clients I kept getting were cheap and difficult, and the work wasn’t as glamorous as I thought. 

No matter, filmmaking had caught my eye and I dove headfirst into it, completing film school and moving to Los Angeles for a couple of internships. Eventually, at the end of 2019, I made it onto a huge Netflix show as a Production Assistant.

Things were starting to happen for me in the industry, I was on my way to directing and was having the time of my life. I was on cloud nine, living the dream. I was so happy.

And then Covid-19 struck. 

Everything stopped dead in its tracks, and I had to return to Arizona. On top of that, me and my husband of 11 years had just agreed to amicably separate. 

That year of quarantine held some of the darkest periods of my life. I was isolated, extremely anxious, and had the rug pulled out from under me. I had lost my purpose, my spouse, my blossoming career, and motivation, what was I going to do now? Everything felt empty.

I saw the writing on the wall and knew that the film industry would never be the same, and now, I had to pivot to more viable options to support myself.

But what could I do? I knew I loved helping people. I loved connecting with others and hearing their stories. I’ve been told I’m a good listener and very insightful. I had also just been late diagnosed with AuDHD, and had to take that into consideration along with my many health challenges

As I was trying to figure out the convergence between my strengths, weaknesses, joy, and finances, I noticed my wasband—a life coach himself of over a decade—had no trouble maintaining his client base during Covid. In fact, his business doubled, and was effectively pandemic-proof. I realized I needed something similar.

I had been considering counseling, but coaching had fewer barriers to entry and was something that I was also very familiar with, since I had helped my wasband build his own business from the ground up. I was there from day one, and encouraged him early on to pursue his own dream of coaching. I even designed his website and branding materials!

Once decided, I enrolled in an ICF-accredited life coaching school, earned my certificate, got tons of hours under my belt, and started seeing clients! The rest, as they say, is history.

I don’t know if you can tell from my background, but I have been following the tenets of life coaching my entire adult life: 

• If something wasn’t working for me, I changed it.
• If I wasn’t happy in a relationship, I left.
• If my job was unfulfilling, I pivoted.
• If I didn’t like where I lived, I moved.

Slowly but surely, I have forged and molded my life into an experience that I can honestly say that I love.
I couldn’t say that ten or even five years ago. 

And if I can do it, then you can too.