She’d Be So Proud
I’m crying as I write this.
Not because I’m sad—
But because I’m finally starting to see her.
The woman I’ve worked so hard to become.
And… she feels like home.
I once told Brent that I had a dream of traveling the world, sitting outside at little cafés with just me and my writing.
Well—it’s not Italy.
But today, it’s a quiet table in a small town, the sun warming my shoulders, a laptop in front of me, and a full, grateful heart.
And honestly?
It’s pretty great.
If the little girl I once was could see me now, I think she’d be proud.
She’d smile.
She might even roll her eyes a little at my relentless tenacity—how I still push, still care so much, still go all in.
But I think she’d whisper, “We really did it, didn’t we?”
Because the life I’m living now—this messy, magical, purpose-filled life—is one I prayed for. One I worked for. One I never stopped believing was possible, even when it felt far away.
I know social media often shows the highlight reel. And I post the good stuff—I’ll be the first to admit that.
But behind the polished moments is a woman who has promised herself to live life unfiltered.
Not just on this blog—but because of it.
When I started writing here, it wasn’t to impress anyone. It was to be unapologetically me.
Raw, real, honest, and human.
And that’s still my commitment today—to share what’s on my heart, whether it’s polished or messy, joyful or tear-streaked.
Because that’s where the magic lives: in the realness.
So here’s the truth:
These last few years have stretched me.
They’ve challenged me, grown me, and healed me in ways I never expected.
And the greatest joy?
Watching other people’s dreams come true.
From the early brainstorming calls to writing business plans, building out the numbers, designing client journeys, training teams, pulling all-nighters, sending voice notes, answering “Can I call you for a sec?” texts at all hours… I’ve poured myself into this work.
Not because I had to.
Because I get to.
Along the way, I’ve built lifelong relationships. I’ve cried happy tears, laughed through the chaos, and stood in awe as people stepped into their calling.
And I’ve realized—this is what I was meant to do all along.
Not just launch businesses.
Not just strategize and sell.
But help people.
Believe in them. Stand with them. Champion their dreams like they were my own.
Brent always calls me everyone’s biggest cheerleader.
And you know what?
For the first time, I finally see what he sees.
That little girl in me? She’s still here.
She’s in every bold move.
Every tear I cry when someone opens their doors for the first time.
Every quiet I’m so proud of you I send into the universe.
And now, after nearly 39 years, I’ve finally come to understand the woman I want to be.
The life I want to live.
The legacy I want to leave.
I spent so many years trying to prove I was enough—trying to earn my place, hustle for my worth, and make everyone proud.
But I’ve finally realized…
I don’t need to prove anything to anyone but myself.
And even then, I’m not chasing perfection.
I’m chasing alignment.
Peace. Purpose. Integrity. Impact.
This life? It’s not perfect.
But it’s mine.
And I’m so, so grateful I get to live it.
I’m rooting for you,
With love and encouragement,
Beth
If the little girl (or boy) inside you could see your life today, what would they say?
