A few years ago, I found myself in a season of severe burnout. On the outside, everything looked fine—I was running a thriving boutique, building a family, and checking all the boxes. But inside, I was drained, lost, and unsure of who I was anymore.

The truth is, my story has always been a series of next steps. God never gave me the full picture all at once. Instead, He whispered one step at a time—and each time I chose to obey, He led me closer to my true calling.

When I was young, my world revolved around dance. I worked tirelessly, trained endlessly, won awards, and even earned a scholarship. At the time, I thought dance was my destiny. But as that season ended, I realized it wasn’t the career God had planned for me. It was a bridge. Dance instilled discipline, creativity, and courage—but most importantly, it prepared me for my next step.

That next step was fashion. I fell in love with helping women feel beautiful and confident, first as a retail manager and then as a boutique owner at just 24 years old. What started as a small dream quickly grew into a thriving business, serving women locally and across the country. I loved connecting with them, encouraging them, and creating a space where they felt seen and valued.

But even then, God was preparing me for something deeper. Because as much as clothes could boost a woman’s confidence for a moment, I saw firsthand that they couldn’t heal the brokenness she carried inside.
Years later, after postpartum struggles, burnout, and a quiet season of rediscovering God, I realized the boutique wasn’t my final destination either—it was yet another bridge. Closing that chapter was one of the hardest decisions I’ve made, but it was also an act of obedience that opened the door to where I stand now: walking in my true purpose.

My calling isn’t fashion. It isn’t dance. It isn’t even business. My calling is women. Helping women heal, rediscover themselves, and build the unshakable confidence that only comes from God.

Looking back, I can see how each “next step” was divinely placed. Dance taught me discipline. Fashion taught me connection. Burnout taught me surrender. And all of it led me here—to you.

This journal and sisterhood are the result of saying yes to every step, even when it was uncomfortable, unclear, or unexpected. And now, my friend, I believe this may be your next step too.