A Message For You: Let It Be Easy

At 33, I had a wake-up call. I was exhausted. I was busting my ass for my career. My daily calendar was packed, I worked late on most days, and rarely took a proper lunch. No matter how much I got done, it never felt like enough. I always felt “behind”. I pushed myself to make more money, but deep down, I also craved recognition and appreciation for all my effort.

Weekends were my escape—fun, busy, full of parties, and late nights. My self-talk was demanding and urgent, lacking any grace. The one thing that brought me solace was travel. My husband and I were going to amazing places around the world and each place seemed to crack me open and reveal parts of me I didn’t know were there. I started reading self-discovery books, but wasn’t consistent—my schedule was packed, remember? Each book gave me little lightbulb moments, although I never took time to integrate them before jumping to the next. Still, I felt something shifting inside me.

Then one rainy morning, I woke up dreading work—which was rare. I sat on my kitchen counter sobbing to my husband. I had a great marriage, a well-paying job, a new house, a new car, and a killer closet, and a passport full of stamps. But I couldn’t fully enjoy any of it. I was stressed, anxious, overwhelmed, stuck on autopilot, drowning in to-dos, emotionally drained, and disconnected from my life. I was always chasing the next thing to check off my list. And rest? I thought I had to “earn” it. That day, I knew something had to change.

At the time, I thought it was my job. So I left it behind and became a life coach. That eased some pressure, but I still had the same tendencies: hustling, overworking, overplanning, and chasing the next goal. Stress, anxiety, and overwhelm didn’t completely disappear either.

As my self-discovery deepened, a huge realization hit: I was afraid to let go of my “hustler” identity because I worried I’d become lazy. I didn’t want to lose that drive completely. Then it dawned on me—my hustler was obsessed with external goals that drained me physically, mentally, and emotionally. But the internal goals I now chased? They did the opposite—they nourished and filled me up. And guess what? I still felt productive and accomplished, just in a totally different (and better) way. Turns out, I didn’t have to stop hustling—I just had to do it differently.

Over time, I learned how to soften my self-talk. It became more encouraging, supportive, kind, and even funny. THIS made the biggest difference alone! Alongside the external hustle, my internal hustle helped me get to know my ‘hustler’ side—where she came from and why she was so dominant. I slowly began to soften my hard edges . . . and it rippled out and touched every area of my life.

Now, I help other women do the same.

Success without the stress starts here

You don’t need to earn your right to slow down. You’re ready now.