I didn’t lose my way.
I outgrew the rules I was living by.
For twenty years, I built a career inside corporate. Started as a dispatcher. Worked my way into management, then into a system administrator role covering the entire Northeast region.
I was good at it. Reliable. Professional. The kind of person who knew how to hold things together.
Then the company moved my position somewhere with even more snow than I already dealt with.
I chose not to follow.
It wasn't dramatic. But it was the first time in twenty years I picked myself over the structure, and something that had been quietly cracking finally gave way.
The unraveling started before I had a name for it.
A John Maxwell leadership book. Hypnotherapy certification, the kind where my husband, my parents, and I all got licensed together on what became one of the more interesting family experiences of our lives. A week-long immersive called ShieldMaiden that cracked something open I couldn't close back up.
I came home from that week and started building. I didn't fully know what I was building toward. I just knew I couldn't stay still.
Then my mom had a stroke.
The doctors found something else: cancer.
I had 83 days with her.
We walked. We drummed. We had long conversations about money, faith, legacy, and what actually mattered. She kept recording her podcast even when her voice was slower and halting. She didn't wait for permission to keep living, and she didn't ask me to either.
When she passed, the version of me that had been performing certainty, keeping the mask tight, and pretending exhaustion was normal went with her.
What came after wasn't a clean reinvention. It was rubble.
I had to decide whether to rebuild the same walls.
I didn't.
Through grief, my husband Dean and I built. Tax liens. House flipping. Commercial real estate syndication. Investing gave me structure when the ground had fallen out from under everything else.
I also went deeper into the internal work. NLP training, neuroscience, leadership frameworks. The more I learned, the more the pieces started connecting in ways I hadn't expected.
The moment the whole purpose crystallized was deceptively simple.
A 120-question PDF from an investor relations coaching course. Most of the questions were strategic. One stopped me cold:
What's your theme song, and why?
By the time I finished that document, I knew. I needed to help women become. Not perform. Not achieve on someone else's terms. Become the version of themselves that had been waiting underneath all the rules.
Two weeks later, Unapologetically In Power existed as a podcast. The coaching platform followed. The Unapologetic Method, built from everything I'd lived, studied, and rebuilt through, came from weaving it all together.
My mom was a spiritual healer. I'm not.
But her flame is in every piece of this work.
She didn't wait for permission. Neither do I. And I'm not going to let the women I work with wait for it either.
What I bring to this work
John Maxwell Certified Coach — structured leadership and transformation frameworks built on decades of proven methodology.
Licensed Hypnotherapist — trained in the subconscious patterns that drive behavior long after conscious awareness kicks in.
NLP Practitioner — language, identity, and the mechanics of how we wire and rewire the stories we live by.
Real estate investor and capital raiser — built through grief, necessity, and the conviction that financial stability isn't optional.
Twenty years in corporate operations — I know what performing inside a system costs because I paid that price for two decades.
This isn't theory. It's everything I've lived, studied, broken down, and rebuilt, in service of the women doing the same.
You don't need permission to begin.
If you're done performing and ready to lead from who you actually are, this is where that work happens.
At your pace. On your terms. Without pretending you already have it figured out.
