Tonight, I saw my last client.

In 2018, after my life fell apart, I retrained and started a mobile beauty business💅🏼💆🏼‍♀️

It wasn’t a dream I’d always had.

It was survival.

I needed work that could fit around illness and help me keep going.

What I didn’t expect was what that work would become.

For years, I sat in living rooms and kitchens listening to stories.

Women shared their grief, fears, hopes, heartbreaks, illnesses, and triumphs.

In return, I slowly found the courage to share my own.

I was nearly 40 before I truly started speaking about much of what I’d lived through.

Those appointments became so much more than appointments.

They became connection.

Witnessing.

Healing.

For both of us, it just me.

Four years ago, I started writing a book.

Little by little, writing became the thing I poured my energy into while the beauty business quietly faded into the background.

Tonight felt emotional because this isn’t just the end of a job.

It’s the closing of a chapter that carried me through one of the hardest seasons of my life and led me towards the work I’m doing now.

And the timing feels strangely aligned.

At the end of this month, the book that has taken me four and a half years to write will finally be available for pre-order.

One chapter closes.

Another begins.

I’m feeling immensely thankful for all of it. ❤️