Still Experimenting, Still Growing
Once a writer, now a 🤷♀️
Writing. I love it. It tortures me.
Back in the days before Medium paid to write, I wrote here — quite a lot — and in many other places, too. Writing was never about earning money; it was about growing out loud. But I made a little money off it now and then.
Pushing Outward
I put a lot of my life out there.
I was struggling after the loss of my dad and marveling at how different processing that grief was from processing the loss of my brother and my mom.
When I started writing in public, my most recent loss was tangled up with career burnout after a decade-and-a-half as a woman in tech.
“Life Burnout,” I called it. (Do people still use Urban Dictionary?🫣)
I wrote about it all. I learned and fumbled out loud. I was invited all over the world to share my story of coming back from burnout and how my comeback led to building a successful mid-6 figure/yr coaching practice and then, in parallel, launching an entirely separate million-dollar company with the love of my life.
Loss, single-momming, burnout, comeback, coaching, and teaching others how I did it.
