Lately

Lately, I’ve been sitting with this deep feeling—this fire inside me that keeps whispering there’s more. I have a good life. I’m healthy. My kids are happy, healthy, and thriving, and for that, I’m incredibly grateful. But if I’m being honest, I want more. Not because I’m ungrateful, not because I don’t appreciate what I have, but because I know I’m meant for more. I feel it in my bones.

I want the kind of life where I don’t have to count every dollar, where I can give my kids the world without hesitation. I want to travel—to see the places I’ve only read about, to breathe in different air, touch ancient walls, and eat food made by hands that have stories to tell. I want to pack up and move, maybe even leave the U.S. altogether, because let’s be real, this country is going to shit. Trump’s name alone makes my skin crawl, and I’m not even going to get into that mess right now.

But it’s not just about escaping. It’s about living. I want to meet people from all walks of life, hear their stories, learn, laugh, fall in love—deep, real, soul-shaking love. I want moments that take my breath away, memories that make my heart race just thinking about them. I want it all.

And I’m not just wishing for it—I’m working. Every single day, I’m pushing, hustling, learning, growing. I’m putting in the effort because I believe I deserve more. I believe my kids deserve to see their mom live fully and fearlessly. I believe that everything I’ve been through is leading me to the life I dream about.

I’m not stopping. I’m not settling. I’m chasing what I want with my whole heart, and I won’t let go until I have it.