My Art

Why I picked up a glass cutter during nap time.

I have never considered myself an artist.

But during the postpartum fog of early motherhood, when I was running on broken sleep, feeling disconnected from myself, and quietly desperate to feel like a person again, I saw a stained glass artist on TV and thought: I want to try that.

So I did. During my daughter's naps. Fifteen minutes at a time.

I taught myself entirely through YouTube University. I had no idea what I was doing. I cut myself more times than I can count. And somewhere in those small, stolen windows of time, I started coming back to myself.

Nearly two years later my work is displayed in homes across the country. Not because I'm a natural. Because I showed up for fifteen minutes and kept going.

This is exactly what I ask of the women I coach. Not a full life overhaul. Not a perfect morning routine. Just one small decision, followed through on. That's where everything starts.

The stained glass taught me that before I ever had the words for it.