Bold Moves Hi, I’m in my second week in Florence, Italy. If you read last week’s letter, you know that my arrival did not go as planned. My apartment, although beautiful, was not in the location I had pictured, and I found myself frustrated. I tried to get out of it. I used my voice. I asked for what I wanted. And I wasn’t able to change it. But here’s the beauty of what living The Bold Life actually is: I’ve learned to make friends with discomfort. I’ve learned to find faith in uncertainty. I’ve learned that inside the discomfort, there is always an opportunity. And I’ve seen that so beautifully this week. Since being here, I connected with someone who I believe may become

When It Doesn’t Go as Planned Hi, Ciao from Italy. I got to Italy, and it is not what I expected. After a lovely travel experience, I arrived at my apartment, and the cab driver said to me, “Oh, you’re far from town.” I had spoken with the owner before booking and was told it was a ten-minute bike ride into Florence. Having studied abroad and lived here for nine months, I thought, Okay, that’s great. I love to bike. What I didn’t realize was that the apartment was more than an hour’s walk from the center of the city. Everything I had planned—from the gym I wanted to join to the networking events, business opportunities and the life I intended to create while I’m here—was

The Plan for the Plan Hi, I was 10 minutes away from my mother when she died. Ten minutes. The night before, I had said, “Hey, Mom, I’m heading out to dinner. I’m picking you up tomorrow for a Christmas movie marathon.” It was three days before Christmas. There was a plan for tomorrow. There were movies we were going to watch. Time we were going to spend together. Another memory we were supposed to make. But the next morning, I got a phone call. My mother had passed away in my father’s arms in the driveway. I didn’t make it. I was 10 minutes away from their house and 10 minutes away from the hospital—and I still didn’t make it. I don’t share this

A Soul-Led Life Hi, Without fail, there is something that occurs in every reinvention. The messy middle. And I have to tell you, this past week in Juno Beach felt really crunchy for me. There were things that came up within my family. A health scare with my father. And let’s just talk about the astrology with the eclipses, because talk about emotions being on high alert, feeling triggered, and having all of your core wounds come to the surface. And when you’re doing all of that while you’re also in a huge phase of a life transition—I’m getting ready right now to go to Italy—it can bring up a lot. It brought up a lot for me. The messy middle is hard. The messy

A Soul-Led Life Hi, It’s almost exactly six months ago that I turned my life over to divine consciousness, to Source energy. And that is a scary place to be because what you may not know is I have definitely lived a life based off of loving to have control. And the funny thing about control is that it’s a very limited life because your human is doing all the choosing. I didn’t know this at the time, but my human was doing quite a lot of the choosing and leading me. I trusted logic and reason more than my intuition, even though my intuition has always served me. Back in October of 2025, I heard: You’ve outgrown this life. And it scared the living sh*t out

SLOW DOWN TO SPEED UP Hi, Last week I shared what it was like returning home after Paris, the French countryside, and Barcelona, and how the real work wasn’t becoming the next version of myself—it was integrating her. But there was another lesson that surprised me just as much. As I was home with my family, I started noticing a voice in my head saying… “You’re not doing enough.” “You need to be more visible.” “You should be putting out more content.” “You need another launch.” “You should be doing more.” And I remember catching myself and thinking… Wait… no I don’t. I don’t even like this belief. Because if I’m the creator of my reality, then I get to choose the beliefs that create

Integration Hi, I just returned from a whirlwind tour—from Paris to the French countryside to Barcelona—and went directly into a family trip. Talk about a bit of culture shock. But I was very intentional about returning to this environment because here’s the thing: I wanted to see who I would be when I returned to the environment that knew the old version of me. Could I sustain this next-level identity? It’s really easy to be this new version of yourself in front of people who have never met you. But what about the people who have known you since birth and already have ideas, expectations, and perceptions of who you are? What I saw right away was that I really had to commit to this

Rosemary’s Weekend Hi,   My heart is so full as I sit down to write this week’s letter.   We just wrapped up another Rosemary’s Weekend, and I found myself thinking about how one simple decision years ago has become one of the greatest gifts to me.   You may be wondering…   What is Rosemary’s Weekend?   Several years ago, when my mom was diagnosed with dementia, she kept saying the same thing.   She wanted to spend time with the women on her side of the family as they live further and she didn’t see them as often.   I knew our time together was limited. I just didn’t know how limited.   So instead of waiting for “someday,” I reached out to everyone

Identity Anchor Hi,   I did something I’d always wanted to do.   When I decided to travel the world this year and let go of my home in Florida, I made one decision that has changed everything.   I handed the planning over to God.   I simply said,   Guide me.   I’ll follow.   I no longer needed certainty. I wanted intuitive guidance. I wanted presence.   And I’ve watched the most extraordinary experiences unfold because of it.   One of those moments happened in Paris.   I had been invited to speak at an event in Toulouse, France, but before the event I kept receiving the same quiet nudge.   Go to Paris.   I’d already been there twice, so I

What French Women Taught Me Hi,   I came home from France with beautiful memories, a few new pieces for my wardrobe, and experiences I’ll treasure for the rest of my life.   But what surprised me most was that I had brought home a different way of living.   And the surprising part was that none of it had anything to do with fashion.   There are specific things French women taught me during my time there that I’ve carried home with me, and today I wanted to share them with you.   Of course, there is an elegance and sophistication in the simplicity with which they dress.   Their style is refined without ever feeling like they’re trying too hard. A crisp white