She’s 8 and I’m not the same woman who brought her into the world.
Jun 23, 2025
My daughter turned 8 this week.
And I can’t help but think back to the version of me who brought her into the world—replying to gym client inquiries from a hospital bed, wearing a diaper, and trying to be “on” for my business less than 24 hours after giving birth.
I thought that’s what being a good entrepreneur looked like.
Spoiler alert: it’s not.
These days? That version of me feels like a completely different person. Because now, my kids, my partner, and myself come before the business.
Every. Single. Time.
Don’t get me wrong—my ambition is still big. I’m still building a legacy. But I’m doing it my way now. A way that doesn’t require sacrificing the people I love (or my sanity) at the altar of success.
If one of my kids needs me during a client call, they join. If I need to reschedule a day to get space, I do it. No guilt. No shame. Just boundaries and intention.
It’s also how I coach my clients now. Because burning yourself to the ground for a business you love isn’t noble—it’s avoidable.
So today, I’m not just celebrating 8 years of my daughter’s life—I’m celebrating 8 years of growth. Hers, mine, all of it.
Because time doesn’t slow down. But we can choose who we’re becoming as it moves.
And if the next 8 years involve some tween drama and questionable fashion choices? I’ll be ready(ish).