I have been the woman holding it all together.

My story

There is a better way to lead people.

During my undergrad, I waited tables, tended bar, and fell in love with what I still call the fascinating human experiment. I learned that making every interaction count builds trust and understanding. That lesson has followed me into every room since.

After college, I tried “all the things,” from salesperson to corporate trainer. I had a leader who sent emails in ALL CAPS and led through fear. I was also fortunate to have one who believed in building up the team, in collaboration, and in communicating well. Seeing both so early showed me which kind of leader I wanted to be.

That better way became fifteen years in leadership development. I built and ran national leadership programs, designed curricula from scratch, and coached executives one to one across construction, manufacturing, corporate travel, hospitality, and healthcare. A former boss once described me as “sickeningly diplomatic.” She wasn’t wrong.

I was good at it. I was also running on adrenaline, deadlines for days, and a low hum of shame I never quite admitted to anyone. In my early 40s, everything began shifting at once: my brain, my body, my relationships. My standby coping skills stopped working. I was ready to throw in the towel. On what, I honestly couldn’t have told you. That was when I was late-diagnosed with ADHD.

Here’s what nobody tells you about finding out late. The relief lasts about a day. Then the dread sets in. It’s the “Now what?” moment. You still have to rebuild how you work, and nearly every strategy on the market was written for a different brain. So I built my own. Then I built one with a client. Then another.

That’s the practice now. I work with women who look a lot like I did: senior, respected, exhausted, and pretty certain the whole thing is being held together by a string.

Adapting is not failure. It is intelligence.