The day before the walk…

It starts at my window, high above the city that raised me. I was born in Australia, but New York City shaped me—through joy and grit, mistakes and miracles, motherhood and reinvention. It’s held me through seasons of becoming, and even though I’m not quite ready to leave it, I feel the nudge. Gentle, firm. It’s time.

But only for a little while.

Not forever. This isn’t about leaving behind—it’s about leaning forward. It’s a journey that will stretch me, grow me, and remind me of who I am when everything else is quiet.

My apartment hums with the energy of all I’ve lived. Pencils in a jar, flowers still open, a quote reminding me to stay bold and beautiful. The lights of the city blink through the glass—half blessing, half dare.

I carry a vision with me: to reframe the way we talk about mental health. To move the conversation from silence and shame into strength, connection, and practice. Mental fitness—as vital and natural as anything else we train for.

I walk not because I’m searching for answers, but because I’m making space for new questions. For wisdom. For reconnection. I believe we grow not in spite of what we go through, but because of it. And within that growth, something luminous happens.

There are places within me that are soft with grace and others that are solid with strength. And in the small spaces in between, the light finds its way in. That’s what I carry forward—the light, the learning, and the readiness to keep becoming.

So I step out. Quietly. Intentionally. Not running away, but walking toward something real.

Toward deeper truth.

Toward open-hearted connection.

Toward the woman I’m still unfolding into—CEO of Me, Inc.

Day One. Eyes open. Heart steady. I’m on my way.