What Happens When a Woman Chooses Herself
41 Is Around the Corner… And I’ve Never Felt More Me
Two years ago, I turned 39 holding my breath.
I was high-functioning, high-achieving, and quietly falling apart.
Smiling for everyone. Showing up for everything.
But starving for something I couldn't name.
I thought 40 would be the year of liberation.
Instead, it ripped the mask right off.
My car drowned in a flood.
I almost lost my home.
I felt invisible under the weight of motherhood, business, and the mountain of emotional labor no one else seemed to notice.
Inside, I was raging.
Not just from stress—but from all the ways I had abandoned myself.
I kept performing and contorting myself to be palatable—
Appearing to have it all together while quietly unraveling underneath.
But there was a fire building.
A wild remembrance of the woman I was before the world told me how to be.
I met the version of me who had been buried beneath perfectionism and people-pleasing,
who silenced her truth just to keep the peace,
and who craved more—
more breath, more feeling, more freedom.
And I chose her.
Through breath, touch, sound, and movement.
Through somatic practices and trauma-informed tools, I found my way back to my body.
I stopped abandoning myself—and started anchoring in my truth.
Even though I’ve been quite isolated this past year, it’s been my somatic practices that kept me grounded.
They gave me something steady to come back to when the world felt too loud and life too heavy.
They helped me regulate my nervous system, return to presence, and remember who I am.
And here’s the wild part…
Losing my car forced me to slow down.
And in the stillness, I started to see myself again.
To hear what my body had been whispering for years.
To reconnect with my truth and remember my purpose.
Turns out, I didn’t need to hustle—I needed to come home.
I stopped shrinking to fit.
I stopped performing wholeness.
I stopped overriding my needs, desires, and longings.
And I finally understood what I had always admired in women turning 40:
It wasn’t about being confident.
It was about being done.
Done with shrinking.
Done with self-abandonment.
Done with explaining, apologizing, or waiting.
They weren’t broken.
They were becoming.
And now, so am I.
As I approach 41 in a couple months, I feel:
Rooted. Radiant. Reclaimed.
This is what happens when a woman stops abandoning her needs, her desires, her longing for more.
When she stops performing and starts embodying.
When she becomes the Wild Sovereign Queen of her own damn life.
And this is exactly why I created my 1:1 mentorship, The Wild Sovereign Path
and my upcoming masterclass,
The Reclaimed Woman: A masterclass for women who are done settling, done silencing, and done shrinking—ready to rise and take their rightful place on the throne of their own lives as Wild Sovereign Queens.
Because reclamation isn’t about taking back what was stolen and winning.
It’s about owning what’s always been yours—and ending the war inside.
Too many women are living hollow, overwhelmed, compliant lives.
We’ve been duped into thinking performance is power.
But true power lives in your presence. In your body. In your truth.
You deserve to feel alive.
To come home to yourself.
To finally taste the pleasure of who you are.
In this masterclass, you’ll receive:
🔥 Somatic tools to regulate your nervous system and come home to yourself
🔥 A deeper understanding of why you feel like too much and not enough
🔥 A reclamation of your worth, your body, and your desires
This isn’t about fixing yourself.
This is about feeling.
And that’s where your power lives.
👑 You get to be sacred and sensual.
👑 You get to be angry and radiant.
👑 You get to be a mother, a mystic, a leader, a lover—on your own terms.
👑 You get to bleed, dance, grieve, seduce, rest, and rise.
Because when a woman chooses herself with tenderness, devotion, and truth?
She becomes unreachable to the systems that fed on her shame.
🖤 Join me inside The Reclaimed Woman—a masterclass for women who are done performing and ready to return.
This is your sovereign homecoming.