LETTING GO OF WHO I’VE BEEN TOBECOME WHO I AM

This week felt like a closing and an opening all at once.

Between finalizing my e-book and dropping the Miss G Handmade capsule, I could feel something shifting inside me — like a quiet knowing that one version of me was saying goodbye so another could finally breathe.

It wasn’t sadness, not really. It was more like grief mixed with gratitude.

For years, Miss G Handmade was my safety.
It was the part of me that created beauty with her hands, that poured love into every stitch, that found purpose in something tangible. It kept me grounded when life felt uncertain. It was proof that I could build something from nothing.

But deep down, I knew it wasn’t the endgame.

THE WOMAN I’M LEAVING BEHIND

She’s the one who worked until her body ached.
Who hid behind “busy.”
Who played small because she was afraid her light might be too much.

She’s the one who needed evidence before trusting herself.
Who believed stability came from what she could control — not from who she was becoming.

And I honor her.
Because she’s the reason I’m here.
She’s the bridge that carried me to this new season.

THE WOMAN I AM NOW

Today, I step fully into who I’ve always known I was —
a mentor, a teacher, a guide for women who are ready to become.

Not to fix themselves,
but to remember themselves.

To remember their greatness, their power, their dreams.
To see midlife not as an ending but as a portal — the moment everything finally makes sense.

This is the work I was born to do.
It’s not something I planned; it’s something I remembered.

Because I’ve lived it.

I watched my mom slowly lose her light — tired of life, exhausted from pain, quietly giving up.
And years later, when I faced my own cancer, I recognized that same exhaustion in myself.
But somewhere deep inside, I knew I wasn’t her.
There had to be more.

Even in my weakest moments, I chose to believe that surviving wasn’t the end of my story —
thriving was.

And that’s why this work means everything to me.

Because I know there are women out there who are tired, lost, or quietly giving up — not because they don’t care, but because life has drained their hope.
They don’t have to touch rock bottom to find their way back.
With the right support, they can walk a different path — a path of becoming, of remembering, of loving life again.

This is my mission.
I know it in my bones.
I can see the light dimming in so many women, and I feel, deep in my heart, that I am meant to help them reignite it — to remind them that there is no limit to how beautiful, powerful, and real their dream life can be.

BECOMING HER IS A REBIRTH

There’s a kind of grief that comes with growth — not because something’s wrong, but because something’s complete.

I had to let go of the woman who needed safety to become the woman who creates it.
I had to close one door to make space for everything that’s been waiting to enter.

And this week, with the launches, the alignment, the energy... I finally did.

This is who I am.
A woman who creates, teaches, leads, and expands.
A woman who lives from her vision, not her history.

The story continues —
but this time, I’m writing it from my highest frequency.