Late Bloomer

*How many times have you started over, whispering to yourself, “This time, I really know who I am"? Go ahead—share in the comments. I’d love to hear your story. I think we might have a lot in common.

I turned 47 this year, and like many times before, I feel certain that this is the moment to fully show up as myself. Not some curated version—just me. Here’s what I know:

I’m an ever-evolving artist.

I’m Two-Spirited.

I’m deeply introverted.

I struggle with being fully seen.

And—I carry healing and intuitive gifts that often defy logic.

Throughout my life, I’ve launched bold, ambitious endeavours. The kind that turns heads and leaves a mark. But when my own dust settles, I often sit with this quiet question: Was that really me? Or was I just reaching for another rung on a ladder I never meant to climb?

I am a businessperson, but not in any conventional sense. I don’t advertise. I don’t hustle for attention. You won’t find me all over social media. I’ve never craved the spotlight—I’ve craved connection.

Instead, I trust that those who need me will find me. That fate and resonance are louder than algorithms. That my truth doesn’t need a pitch—it just needs to be lived.

I don't think I can really tell you who I am, because when each moment is done, I have already become something else.

I am a consultant.

I am a creator.

I am an alchemist of emotional chaos.