06/08/2026
Sooo… not in a tragic way, but I was an only and parentified child, I spent more time around adults than other children. I learned how to be independent early. I learned how to figure things out, solve problems, and keep moving.
Looking back, I can see that I often became my own source of guidance long before I should have had to.
I’ve had many teachers throughout my life, but I’ve never really had a mentor.
No one consistently took me under their wing or deeply invested in my growth.
& while there is certainly grief in that realization, there is also something beautiful about it.
Because somewhere along the way, I became the person I was looking for.
The older I get, the more I realize that the values at the center of my work aren’t random. Safety. Accessibility. Authenticity.
Those are the things I build every class, every training, every retreat around.
Not because they are trendy buzzwords, but because I understand the cost of their absence.
I don’t want my students to be figuring it out alone, I want to be the one they come to when they crave guidance, and I know what it feels like to wonder if anyone is paying attention.
So now, when I teach, I try to create the kind of space where people feel seen. Where they feel safe enough to ask questions, make mistakes, grow, and trust themselves.
I don’t need to become anyone’s guru.
But if I can be the person who helps someone feel a little less alone on their path, that’s enough.
