For a long time, I did what made sense.
I became a nurse. Then a teacher. I followed the path I thought I was supposed to walk.
But something in me always craved more—more creativity, more depth, more connection to what’s real.

When my daughters were born, something shifted.
I started painting. Rearranging rooms. Making my own beauty products.
I began remembering who I’d been as a child—wildly creative, intuitive, a lover of beauty and rhythm and truth.

As life unfolded, so did my healing.
I cared for my mother as she journeyed through dementia, and in that process I cracked open.
I began to see that healing doesn’t come from systems—it comes from presence, from nature, from art, from soul.

That’s when The Curated Life was born.
Not as a business. As a way of being.