Don't Call It a Glow Up : A Soul Re-introduction

Have you ever just felt like you were made for more?

Not in a cute, Pinterest-quote kinda way. I mean a deep knowing that you’re not just capable of more—you’re called to it.

That was me.

I wasn’t “bored,” I was disconnected. My regular hobbies didn’t move me. My job in lower management left me feeling overlooked for the smallest, most ridiculous reasons. Meanwhile, I had already been thrown into upper management as a fill-in during a staffing crisis—no formal promotion, no recognition, just survival mode. Honestly, I never belonged there.

Looking back, I stayed because of the emotional fulfillment I got from helping other women, especially the young, single mothers trying to hold it all together. I poured into them because I saw versions of myself in them. That’s what kept me going… until it didn’t.

So I quit.

Then came the question: Now what?

For a year, I floated.
I dated old flames and caught up with missed connections. I roller-skated through spring nights and summer sunsets. I spent real time with my kids. I paid every bill without clocking into a job.

And one day, it hit me—this wasn’t just a break.
This was living.
Like really living.
And it had been far too long since I lived on my own terms.