What do you want to be when you grow up?

The big question. And a loaded one at that.

How could you possibly know at the age of 5, 25 or even 45? There's a bazillion jobs in the world.

School is cool, obvs.

School came easy for me. And college was a given. I excelled in math, and business was all-encompassing. So there began my journey.

Soon to realize...I was bored.

Go with the creative flow.

Graphic design peaked my interest. But by the time I finished my degree, I was exhausted. The rigor of the program drained the fun out of my new, shiny diploma.

Help wanted!

Onward to find myself and my true calling. I tried work at a retail store, doctor's office, bank, hospital. But nothing lit me up. In fact, most made me feel miserable, unappreciated and undervalued.

The best boss.

So I decided to go my own way and opened a children's consignment store. I loved being a part of my community. Offering a smile-worthy service to fellow parents. And most of all hearing the delight of the sweet, little ones who benefited.

My kids had clothes and toys galore, whatever they needed, whatever they wanted. And I was able to spend the majority of my time with them since I had someone managing the day-to-day operations. It was a great work-life balance.

Then covid hit. Small businesses everywhere collapsed. I made it through the initial hump (with lots of anxiety). But ultimately, I had to close.

Happily ever after.

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Here's the thing. I had a job that I treasured for 16 years. And I was determined not to return to those that I despised, even though cash was a low commodity for me.

Then I stumbled upon copywriting. My left-brain screamed logical, my right-brain screamed FUN.

Now I'm ready to help you on your journey to your happily ever after.