08/25/2026
People ask me all the time, “How do you do it?”
Run a business.
Work events at the restaurant.
Raise a high schooler as a single mom.
Get to the gym.
Make time for my Mini Me.
Build relationships.
Chase big goals.
And somehow keep all the plates spinning (not always well, and likely a couple will fall from time to time:))
The answer?
Organization. Discipline. And sheer drive.
I’ve always believed we can become whatever we want to be when we grow up - and I’m still growing up.
I believe in working harder than anyone else in the room. In putting your head down and doing the work when nobody is watching. In being disciplined when it would be a whole lot easier to play.
Is it for everyone? Nope.
But hard work has consistently yielded positive results in my world.
And here’s the part people don’t always see:
I fail. A LOT.
Things don’t go according to plan. I make the wrong call. I overcommit. I get knocked down. Plans change. People change. Life changes.
So I do what I know how to do.
Learn. Pivot. Course correct. Keep moving.
Failing forward has been one of the greatest tools for growth in my life. Failure doesn’t scare me nearly as much as standing still does.
One of my favorite sayings is:
“Breaks and bruises make us badass.”
Why?
Because it means we tried.
The bumps, the bruises, the scars, the failures - they’re proof that we stepped into the arena. We took the chance. We chased the thing. We were willing to risk falling flat on our face for something we believed in.
You don’t get battle wounds sitting safely on the sidelines.
I’ll take the bruises. I’ll take the lessons. I’ll take the spectacular failures right alongside the wins - because every single one means I showed up and tried.
And every time I get knocked down, I get a little smarter, a little stronger, and a whole lot harder to knock down the next time.
And balance?
I don’t think balance means giving everything an equal piece of you every single day.
Some days the business gets more. Some days my daughter does. Some days an event demands everything I’ve got. And some days I need the gym, a little quiet, and a reset.
The goal isn’t perfection. The goal is progress.
ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʙɪɢɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴏʀꜱ ɪꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ.
I want her to know that big dreams require big work. That independence is powerful. That you can build something from nothing. That getting knocked down doesn’t mean you stay there.
And that there is absolutely no expiration date on deciding you want MORE for your life.
So how do I do it?
I stay organized.
I set goals.
I work my ass off.
I surround myself with good people.
I learn from my mistakes.
I pivot when I need to.
And every morning, I get up and go again.
One day at a time.
One dream at a time.
One goal at a time.
Head down. Do the work. Be kind. Stay hungry. Keep growing.
Success rarely happens overnight.
But if you keep showing up for the life you’re trying to build, one day you look around and realize...
You’re already living pieces of the dream you once prayed for.
And then?
You set the next goal. 💙
BLACK AND BLUE - that’s the training ground.
