September 2016. I'm staring at myself in the bathroom mirror at work, and I just know something is wrong. Not a lump. Not a symptom. Just... knowing. Six weeks later, I'm pulling off the freeway into a Panda Express parking lot, my doctor's words ringing in my ears: "You were right. This is cancer." Kidney cancer. At 36. A 3-inch mass that my body had been screaming at me about for months. But this isn't a sad cancer story. This is the story of how my body gave me an ultimatum I couldn't ...
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September 2016. I'm staring at myself in the bathroom mirror at work, and I just know something is wrong. Not a lump. Not a symptom. Just... knowing. Six weeks later, I'm pulling off the freeway into a Panda Express parking lot, my doctor's words ringing in my ears: "You were right. This is cancer." Kidney cancer. At 36. A 3-inch mass that my body had been screaming at me about for months. But this isn't a sad cancer story. This is the story of how my body gave me an ultimatum I couldn't ...
What if you traveled to 50 countries, had a massive awakening about your purpose, came back KNOWING what you were meant to do... and then completely ignored it because everyone told you it wasn't realistic? At 29, I quit my six-figure corporate job, backpacked through India, Southeast Asia, China, and spent 6 months camping through 18 countries in Africa. On that journey, I discovered life coaching and knew – KNEW – that's what I was meant to do. But everyone said: "That's not a real job." ...
Mess to Millions
September 2016. I'm staring at myself in the bathroom mirror at work, and I just know something is wrong. Not a lump. Not a symptom. Just... knowing. Six weeks later, I'm pulling off the freeway into a Panda Express parking lot, my doctor's words ringing in my ears: "You were right. This is cancer." Kidney cancer. At 36. A 3-inch mass that my body had been screaming at me about for months. But this isn't a sad cancer story. This is the story of how my body gave me an ultimatum I couldn't ...
