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I used to live in a box. A box where I was supposed to be seen and not heard, where my ideas didn’t matter, and my voice was just noise…

I was expected to execute, not question. My role was to do, not think. Often, I was told to follow instructions, keep my head down, and not disrupt the flow. It was suffocating. My creativity was boxed in, my passion for helping others was pushed aside, and my soul was slowly dying in silence.

The box extended far beyond that—it seeped into every corner of my life. Even at home, I felt confined to the expectations of being the “good little housewife.” The one who keeps things running smoothly, quietly, with a smile on her face, no matter what. You know the one: perfectly pleasant, never too loud, never too assertive, always doing what’s expected. I had to do all the things and control all the things or everything would fall apart. It would be chaos without me. I was ticking all the boxes on the surface, but inside, I was screaming for fulfillment.

Then came the moment that changed everything.
But then, something snapped. I could feel the anger and frustration bubbling up inside of me, but more than that, I could feel my power waking up. That’s when I made the decision that would change my life forever. I wasn’t going to fit into a box—or anyone else’s box for that matter. I was going to craft my own way. I was going to create something beautiful, something that aligned with my purpose, my passion, and my values. I was going to build a life that was all mine.

The first step was terrifying.
Let me tell you, deciding to break free and actually doing it are two very different things. I knew I had the potential, but I was also scared out of my mind. What if I failed? What if I couldn’t make it? What if everyone was right, and I should just stick to the plan, be grateful for what I had, and not rock the boat? Those doubts screamed at me every step of the way. But here’s the thing: I also knew that action alleviates worry. So I started taking action—imperfect, messy, sometimes chaotic action—but it was still action. I leaned into that fear and kept moving forward.

One step. Then another. And another.

Every move I made brought me closer to the life I could see in my mind—the life where I was no longer just surviving in someone else’s world but thriving in my own and in my own confidence. I realized I had been waiting for permission my whole life—to speak up, to be seen, to take charge. But no one was going to give me permission. I had to give it to myself.

Of course, I faced resistance.
Everywhere I turned, there was a voice telling me, “That’s not how it’s done.” We women are conditioned to follow rules that aren’t even written for us. We’re expected to stay in our lane, look the part, play it safe. If we’re direct, we’re told we’re too aggressive. If we’re passionate, we’re labeled emotional. If we dare to challenge the norm, we’re dismissed as difficult or irrational. Someone get this girl some medication...she's crazy!

But you know what I learned? Those labels? They’re just projections of other people’s limitations. And I refused to let their limitations define my potential. My self-doubt was the hardest battle, but I kept telling myself, "Just keep moving. Imperfect action is still progress." And let me tell you—it worked.

Life on the other side? It’s majestic.
No, really—it’s everything I dreamed it could be and more. I wake up every day feeling energized. It doesn’t matter if it’s 6 a.m. or 9 a.m.—I’m excited to get to work because I’m doing what I love. My clients? They can feel my passion, and they respond to it. I get to work with amazing women who inspire me as much as I inspire them. I’ve built a business that’s not just successful; it’s sustainable. I make money—good money—doing what I love, on my terms, and that freedom? It’s priceless.

I set the schedule that I want. I choose who I work with. I define my success—not some outdated system or someone else’s rules. And when things don’t feel quite right, I remember the phrase I live by: “...and that’s just how I want it.” If it’s not how I want it, I change it. It’s that simple. This is my life, my story, and I get to rewrite it whenever I need to.

And here’s what I want you to know. If I could go back and tell my past self anything, it would be this: Don’t wait for someone else to tell you when you can be happy, or how you should be successful, or what your life is supposed to look like. Create your happiness on your own terms. You have the power to design the life you want, but you have to stop waiting for permission. The future version of you? She’s already living her best life. If you could see her, you’d make different choices today.

So here’s your permission: Go build that beautiful, bold, unapologetic life. It’s waiting for you on the other side of that box. And believe me—it’s worth every step.