She's not teaching from the mountaintop. She's building it.

It was a snowy Friday morning in February 2026. I was sitting in my studio apartment in Plymouth, New Hampshire — drinking coffee, hugging my dog Muffin — when something shifted.

I've got a lot to teach. And a lot to do.

That was my soul. And it had been waiting a long time.

I was first certified as a DreamBuilder® Coach in September 2013. My husband had passed less than a year before. I was grieving, raw, and for the next thirteen years, I listened to every voice except the one inside me. I helped everyone else find their dreams while mine sat quietly on a shelf.

In between, I lost my sister Denise — standing in a hospital hallway in Los Angeles when she was pronounced brain dead. In that hallway, I made a decision. Not a plan. A decision. It was time to come home — to myself, and to the East Coast we had planned to grow old on together.

I moved from Los Angeles to New Hampshire in stages. Concord. Manchester. And finally Plymouth, where I woke up on that snowy morning and heard myself for the first time in years.

Before my husband passed, he looked at me and said: It's your time to shine now.

Years later, before Denise left — she said the same words.

Two people. The same message. And it took me thirteen years to finally believe them.

I am not sharing this because I've reached the finish line. I'm sharing it because I've found the courage to begin. And if my journey helps someone else believe they are not alone in theirs — every step will have been worth it.