There Are No Rules: Why I’m Finally Breaking Free (and You Can Too)
I used to be the good girl.
The box-checker.
The rule-follower.
I’d shrink myself to fit the version of me the world seemed most comfortable with - afraid that if I let people into my unique little bubble, they'd label me too much or weird.
But the more I opened up, the more people leaned in.
My brain works differently from other people (at least I think so). I think in ideas. I think anything is possible.
One of my favorite quotes is from Alice in Wonderland: “Why, Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast”.
That’s exactly what it feels like in my head – every single day.
I was raised by magic-makers.
My dad and grandpa were handy—they taught me about tools, woodworking, and the outdoors.
My mom was a stay-at-home creative who filled our home with books, music, crafts, and themed parties. She showed me how to sew, paint, and build anything I dreamed of.
And my grandma? She ruled the kitchen—teaching me to cook everything from soup to steak to cinnamon rolls.
I grew up in a home where creativity and practicality danced together (and we danced in the kitchen).
And now, I’m the girl with a million ideas and no off-switch.
I love writing. I love learning. I love staying healthy. I love photography. And most of all, I love my kids.
My dad’s “always have a plan” attitude and my mom’s “let’s make it magical” mindset turned me into the girl who’s always saying: “I have an idea.”
I was raised to find the magic in the mundane—and I still do. Every day.
I got married in 2011 and divorced in January 2024. During that time, I followed a lot of unspoken rules.
Tools were too dangerous.
Music should be kept low.
Weeknight socializing wasn’t encouraged.
So, I started playing small. I stayed quiet.
And bit by bit, I lost my confidence—and myself (and my self-confidence).
But the one thing I never stopped doing was writing.
In the past few months, I’ve flipped the narrative.
Instead of feeling like I “lost time,” I’ve started to believe I was incubating—gathering energy, collecting ideas, and preparing for something bigger.
I’m back.
Reframed. Reclaimed. Reignited.
No rules.
Just readiness (with a touch of Savage Sweetheart mentality).
I believe every setback can lead to something better—if you let the universe do its thing.
And now? I’m raising three wild, snack-hunting little boys who watch everything I do.
And I’ll be damned if I teach them to be anything less than who they truly are.
So… we’re making big messes.
Big mistakes.
And big magic—together.
If you’ve ever felt too weird, too loud, too much—welcome to the club.
We don’t do perfect here.
We do real.
Join me as we make something magical out of the mess.
