If you had told me a year ago that I’d be just 14 days away from walking into divorce court, I would have laughed in your face. Back then, I truly believed my marriage was unshakable—a love built to withstand anything. But as it turns out, I was living in a fairytale, and reality had a different ending in mind. This isn’t my first time facing the end of a marriage. The first time around, there was betrayal and heartbreak, the kind of drama that makes for gripping stories but leaves scars that take years to heal. This time, though, it’s different. No infidelity. No explosive fights. Just two people carrying the weight of childhood wounds, trying to build a life together but realizing, slowly and painfully, that healing doesn’t always happen side by side. The cracks in our foundation weren’t obvious at first. But the trust issues, the unspoken pain, the lack of true emotional repair—each one chipped away at what we were trying to hold together. We needed therapy, understanding, and tools to navigate the trauma we both carried. Instead, we let the silence grow between us, mistaking endurance for love, mistaking survival for happiness. And now, here we are. Another ending. Another beginning. Another chance to redefine what love, healing, and happiness truly mean. I won’t pretend this journey will be easy, but I’m learning that sometimes, letting go is the bravest thing we can do. I have decided to take each day as it comes—one step, one breath, one moment at a time. Because even when love fades, life goes on. And maybe, just maybe, something beautiful is waiting on the other side of goodbye. Maybe the story I re-write this time around will have a better ending. 

But hold the phone! This isn’t a deep dive into the nitty-gritty of my marriage. No, this is a celebration—a declaration that life is all about second, third, or however many chances it takes to find yourself again. As long as we wake up each day with a heart willing to grow, to heal, and to try again, the possibilities are endless. Every sunrise is a fresh canvas, just waiting for us to paint something new. And on March 19, 2025, I’m picking up my brush and stepping boldly into my next chapter. Am I nervous? Absolutely. But those nerves come hand in hand with excitement, with that electric feeling of stepping into the unknown, knowing that something beautiful is on the horizon. If there’s one thing life has taught me, it’s that after every storm, there’s a rainbow. And right now, I can’t help but wonder—what incredible surprises does God have in store for me next? Whatever they are, I’m ready. I know that the road ahead will not always be smooth, but I am ready to embrace whatever comes my way with an open heart and a resilient spirit. This time around, I’m determined to savor the journey, not just focus on the destination. In the past, I often overlooked the beauty of the small moments, too caught up in the whirlwind of responsibilities and expectations. But now, I’m committed to finding joy in the simple things—like a quiet morning coffee, a walk in the park with my kids, or a moment of stillness where I can just breathe and be. These are the moments that truly matter, the ones that stitch together the fabric of a fulfilling life. As I embark on this new chapter, I am arming myself with lessons learned, unshakable faith, and a heart full of gratitude. I’m giving myself permission to dream big, to chase those dreams without fear of failure, and to redefine what success looks like for me. It’s not about fitting into anyone else’s mold; it’s about crafting a life that feels authentically mine.

New beginnings can be terrifying. I remember the first time I had to truly start over—my first divorce, two small kids, and not a single family member within an hour and a half of me. It felt like being thrown into an unfamiliar ocean without a life raft. I had no idea what I was doing or where I was headed. People kept telling me, “Get ready for your new beginning! You’re going to love it!” But in those first few months, I wasn’t embracing a fresh start—I was mourning a life that felt shattered into a million pieces. While others saw possibility, all I saw was loss. If you’ve read my book, Trusting God in the Storm, you already know about the moment that changed everything for me. One morning, I looked in the mirror and had an honest conversation with myself. I reminded myself that I was a great mother, a good person, and—most importantly—that I had the power to rewrite my story. No, I didn’t get the fairy tale, the 20-year marriage, or the white picket fence. But I still had my children, and that alone was reason enough to turn the page and start again. When life doesn’t go as planned, it’s easy to slip into negative thinking, to believe that broken dreams mean a broken future. After my first divorce, I was consumed with fear—fear of judgment, fear of failure, fear of how I would navigate the world as a newly single mother. But now, a decade later, I find myself at another turning point. Once again, I’m rewriting my story. But this time, I refuse to do it the way I did before. This time, my story will be different. This time, it’s about me. Not about appearances. Not about what people think. Not about proving anything to anyone. For the past 15 years, I have been living in survival mode—constantly waiting for the next bad thing to happen, constantly adjusting to trauma, constantly putting myself last. But I can’t write the next chapter of my life without healing from the last one—and the one before that. So, this time, my story will include self-love, self-care, self-awareness, & self-development. And most of all, more God. More faith. More trust in the One who has carried me through every storm. Because the truth is, a new beginning isn’t about simply starting over. It’s about healing so that when you turn the page, you do so with clarity, confidence, and the courage to write a story that reflects who you truly are.And this time, I intend to write the best chapter yet.

For far too long, I’ve carried the weight of guilt—guilt for the things I couldn’t control, for relationships that didn’t last, for mistakes I thought defined me. I’ve held myself responsible for every heartbreak, every misstep, as if my worth was tied to the outcomes of situations that were never mine to fix alone. But not anymore. This time, I am taking full ownership of my life—not through self-blame, but through self-empowerment. I refuse to live in the shadows of expectations that were never mine to fulfill. Instead, I will embrace the freedom to make choices that align with my values, my purpose, and my dreams. I will no longer seek validation in the opinions of others. My journey, my growth, my healing—it’s all mine to define. I am a work in progress, and that’s okay.Every misstep, every lesson, every heartbreak has led me to this moment—this realization that I am worthy of grace, that I am allowed to grow without shame. In this new chapter, I will build a life that is rich with meaningful connections, with experiences that nourish my soul and bring me joy. I will surround myself with people who uplift me, who see my worth without conditions, who celebrate my victories—both big and small.The road ahead is uncertain, but within that uncertainty lies possibility. It holds space for new opportunities, for passions waiting to be pursued, for moments of pure, unfiltered joy. I will no longer hold myself back. I will no longer dim my light to make others comfortable. This is my time to step forward boldly, to live unapologetically, to embrace the woman I am becoming with love, grace, and resilience. With each passing day, I will choose self-compassion over self-doubt. I will release past regrets and walk in the unwavering faith that I am exactly where I need to be. My story is far from over, and I will write each new page with courage, with purpose, and with the belief that the best is yet to come. Here’s to a future that is not only brighter—but truer. A future where I am fully, completely, and unapologetically me. Stay tuned because this is only the beginning….