02/07/2025
I wear many hats—
Some woven with beach straw, others lined in sequins and grit.
Yesterday, I got the look.
A man—drenched in outdated beliefs—scanned me up and down, confused by my Birkenstocks, beachwear, and bare-faced presence on site.
Surely I couldn’t be the business owner.
Surely I couldn’t be the one calling the shots.
But here’s the truth:
I can dance in fishnet tights and still lead a crew.
I can choreograph confidence on a stage and coordinate a 50-tent glamping setup by sunrise.
I can be a mama with sand in her hair, a planner with ten tabs open, and a woman who holds both softness and steel.
Yes, I battle anxiety—
it rolls in like waves, some days higher than others.
But deep inside me, there's a wolf.
She’s fierce. Focused. Unapologetically female.
And when the moment calls for her, she rises.
So go ahead—
underestimate me in my sandals.
Misjudge the glitter.
But don’t forget:
I built this dream with bare hands, wild heart, and a pack behind me.
And maybe, just maybe—
YOU needed the reminder today too. 🖤
