There’s a kind of heaviness that sneaks into a life… old stories, handed-down guilt, quiet anger, the sense that real breathing only happens when no one’s watching. If you feel some of that, know for certain: it’s not just you. You are in the company of millions who are turning the page and asking serious questions. Those who are ready to make their 2nd Act more authentic and forward leaning. And yes, I’ve known that weight, too.
Growing up my world was defined to only exist inside of pre-built rules, expectations, and the subtle message that who you are inside will never be enough, flawed from birth, not quite right until you allow an unknown force to do life for you. This very subtle and toxic mindset was poured into a generation just as the puritan style culture was battling to suppress information. In my case, the message was clear… obey or you will die alone and anyone who loves you will turn their backs while you burn forever in “what you deserved.” It wasn’t until I hit midlife that I understood the gravity of this cult-like programming.
As a young adult, silence and strain became routine, and like anyone learning to survive, I turned pain into movement and relentless work ethic. This was the fire that drove me through leadership roles and business, outward successes. But eventually, I realized I was burning myself down, not burning bright.
The real change wasn’t dramatic at first. It’s more like a slow unravelling—layers of identity, borrowed and performative, finally giving way. Yes, breakdowns have been messy and humbling. But I wouldn’t be here, sharing this space, if I hadn’t torn through the old framework. On the far side of collapse, I rediscovered something more honest: not a formula or some path you have to join, but a practice that lets rage and grief breathe, and lets the shame loosen its grip. That’s become my ongoing practice—being alive in real time, without hiding or self-editing.
Jet Fuel Soul came out of this journey. Not a polished program, not another set of rules. It’s space for the raw stuff—the messy truth, not the highlight reel. For anyone whose spark was called “dangerous,” for anyone tired of being shaped by old stories, this is an invitation to bring the heat and see what’s possible when it isn’t suppressed.
I’m here, not as a guru or an expert with all the answers, but as someone who’s navigated the spiral, rebuilt from fragments, and committed to living with purpose and presence. Coaching found its way into my life more than a decade prior to my unraveling. If not for this training and self-examination skills, the battle likely would have endured for years. I’ve sat across from countless lives in this same predicament and can see the journey clearly. I use my coaching skills to assist, but most often choose to be more like a guide. To walk alongside to point out the path, the trail makers, and the milestones. Making sense of midlife, transitions, or the relentless feeling of not fitting into a script you never wrote is difficult and overwhelming. It’s critical to have a reliable plan to lean on when things become intense.
If you’re restless, wary, or weary—if you’re searching for a space to question, breathe, or even rage against old limits—Jet Fuel Soul is built for that. I designed this space for myself and now offer it to you. There is no requirements, no mantras, no “new cult” to join. Just bring who you are now, unfiltered and ask the questions that are lodged in your throat. With a safe process to question, you won’t give yourself away, but you will find a fresh sunrise that can convert that same fire inside, once toxic, into jet fuel for your soul. Living fully in the world you create.
