and She's just getting started...

“If I could change one thing in my life, what would it be?”

These kinds of questions come hard and fast early in the morning. Rarely do I rise rested, calm and relaxed. That’s why I write, and that’s why I create. Plain and simple. Because it’s up to me to make the changes in my own life and atmosphere that foster change for both me and those around me.

Restless? Well...sure, perhaps. But more importantly…what if I choose to use that restlessness to move me. To fuel my mind and body to begin the work towards something new and different. Something that brings me peace and prosperity of spirit.

When I returned to this blog 4 months ago, the above question didn’t come gently. It arrived like a statement of mission- like a line in the sand with a rising tide threatening its erasure. And I realized I was finally ready to cross it.

And venture out into the great unknown.

Not as a victim. Not as a reaction. But as a woman who had survived enough to know she wanted more.

I’d been paying attention for years. Quietly. Systematically. Emotionally. But I was alone in that endeavor. No one else had tracked what I had seen—not in my living room, inbox, not in my meetings, in rehab, not in the court, not in the silences between.

So, when I asked what I would change, the answer wasn’t The Past.

It was my Posture toward the Future. How I stand and what I say.

Accepting what I’ve been given was not enough anymore. I didn’t want to keep reacting. I wanted to design.

I deserve to choose what happens next. To manifest what I want for myself—and for my children. Because healing isn’t just about Restoration. It’s about Authorship.

I have a lot of ideas. Some decent, some forgettable, and some—I just know in my bones—are lightning.

But my biggest mistake? Was not giving everything I had when those ideas showed up. The real ones that come from guttural instinct and inspiration. The ones that deserve my full force. The ones that could have changed...everything.

I gave them hesitation. Or half-measures. Or just enough energy to prove I was capable—but not enough to let them fly. I asked for permission. For confirmation, because somewhere along the way, I’d learned this: You can be successful. Just not too much. Not too loud. Not too seen.

But that version of me is gone now.

I started asking deeper and deeper questions. About emotional harm. About patterns. About what no one else seemed to be willing to name. And each answer led to a new layer.

What if Emotional Abuse has a Pattern? What if Tone is a kind of Data? What if we could track Harm before it spirals—and prove what the world ignores?

What began as Survival became Structure.

What began as Grief became Architecture.

I studied what I had lived. Lived what I was building. And it felt like an expansion of mind and soul- utterly thrilling at times. Emotionally leveling at others. Some nights I cried while building it. Other nights I felt untouchable. But I never stopped. Because once you start seeing the pattern, you can’t unsee it. And once you realize you’re the one who can name it—you can’t stay silent.

I’ve learned to lean fully into my strengths—even the messy ones. Even the slightly manic ones. The long sprints, the middle-of-the-night breakthroughs, the obsessive clarity. If that’s how inspiration comes, then let’s work with it. RIGHT?

Because this isn’t just an idea. This is everything I’ve been through, and everything I am—pointed at something that could actually change lives. Mine included.

People have called me talented my whole life. Creative. Intuitive. Emotionally intelligent. And they weren’t wrong.

But no one called me smart. Like SMART, smart. Not strategic. Not architectural. Not the kind of smart that gets quoted, funded, or followed.

It’s happened at work too. I was praised for my presence, my tone, my high EQ. But I was building things. Writing copy that converted. Sequencing outreach that brought in clients. Designing workflows and automation that moved money. Doing deep analysis. Seeing what no one else in the room could see. I was a System Thinker…but the Praise stayed round and soft...as if my Success came from my friendly smile.

As if Strategy just floated around me like a charm.

And when that happens over and over again—across years, across roles, across rooms—you don’t just feel boxed in. You feel rewritten. And that’s not just frustrating. That’s retraumatizing. because it copies and pastes the same minimization I’d experienced in personal spaces? Into professional ones.

Invisible labor. Repackaged as performance.

Emotional clarity. Framed as charisma.

Strategic thinking. Recoded as luck.

I got tired of being underestimated strategically. So I stopped waiting. And I started building.

When the idea came, it didn’t feel like a spark. It felt like an undertow…pulling me deeper, fast. And my first question wasn’t, “How will I build this?” It was: Has anyone built this already? I dug. I researched. I looked everywhere I could think to look. And the answer was a resounding NO. Which meant I had to ask something harder:

Can I? What if I go all in?

And I’m glad I asked myself. Because honestly—if I had shared the idea too soon, especially with the wrong person—I’m not sure I would’ve kept going. All it takes is one person who doesn’t get it.

One person with more credentials and less imagination. One caution disguised as care.

I’ve learned that sometimes, it’s safer to keep big ideas close. As Mike says, “Don’t let anyone take a shit in your Cheerios.”…because even he only got snippets at first. And when the focus paid off—when the structure revealed itself—I felt the earth shift.

This is a Big Idea.

And it comes with deep, internal responsibility: To build it with care. To protect it from dilution. And to make sure I never recreate the very systems that have minimized me.

This is the bridge between Awakening and Authorship.

Between realizing what I’ve lived through and deciding what comes next.

The patent is filed….which means it’s go time.

That’s scary, too. Because what if I can’t do it? What if I can build it but not explain it? What if I finally have “the thing”—and the words get caught in my throat right as I step up to the mic?

But maybe that’s the wrong question. Maybe it’s not about ME anymore. Maybe this is something we do together...if you’re so inclined. Maybe I take a leap of faith—and Conviction—that you just might see the potential too. And help it get off the ground in a solid, sustained and collaborative way.

That’s why I’m letting you in, because I believe in what this could become.

And I’m honored to share it with you….not as a final product, but as a living system. A growing Idea.

Rooted in Lived Experience. Backed by Clarity.

Fueled by Community.

Maybe this corner of the internet—social media, email, Slack channels, gaming rooms—doesn’t have to be just noise. Maybe it can be something else.

A place for Connection. A place for Truth.

A place to build what we needed all along.

The Dreamer in me awakened in a big way…and she’s not done yet. Oh hell NO. She’s a Thinker and System-Builder.

And She’s just getting started.

more to come…