The Next Chapter Hi, Ciao Bella, Can you believe I’ve officially been in Italy for a month? As I head into October, I’ve been thinking about everything September gave me. The experiences, the adjustments, the unexpected moments, and especially the lessons. And one of the biggest was actually something I already knew, but apparently needed to be reminded of again: The beautiful, extraordinary life happens because I decide to create it. And I don’t just mean making the big decision to move to another country for three months. I mean what happens after the bold move. Because I can come all the way to Italy, but the friends aren’t simply going to find me. The events aren’t going to keep appearing if I don’t seek

The Women of Florence Hi, Ciao bella, I’ve been in Italy almost a month now, and it has taken some time to get settled in. There have been endless things going on that I’ll share more about, so definitely make sure you’re following me on Instagram for the full behind-the-scenes of what it actually looks like to live in Florence, Italy, travel the world, and choose the life you want versus the life you were expected—or told—to want. Because that is what I’m doing. I left behind who I thought I needed to be to pursue the life I know is meant for me—and to do it unapologetically. That, to me, is The Bold Life. And this week, I was reminded of exactly why I

Let Go of Control Hi, Ciao from Firenze. I’m going to be really honest here. I got to Italy, and as you know, my home is not exactly what I wanted. But it has been exactly what I needed. I used my voice. I asked for what I wanted. And when I couldn’t change it, I stopped fighting the answer. That isn’t settling. That’s self-trust. It’s a haven outside of the city. Being here is allowing me to become more planned and oriented while also surrendering to what it’s like to truly live here. Most Florentines don’t live in the center of the city, where the majority of tourists come and go. They live outside of it, in the surrounding neighborhoods. I’ll have the experience

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