The moment I started taking myself more seriously is the moment everything started changing.
Not in some flashy, dramatic way. It was quieter than that. More intentional. Like finally realizing the person I’d always wanted to become had been whispering to me for years—and I had just decided to start listening.
It didn’t happen all at once. The thoughts had been trickling in over time: after a good therapy session, after a moment of clarity on a walk, after yet another cycle of losing weight and gaining it back, after reading the room and knowing—deeply—that the kind of man I envisioned being with was living a luxury lifestyle. I had to become the energy I wanted to attract.
It all came to a head at the top of the year. A groundswell of “I’m tired of everything being the same” met a deep craving to look as good on the outside as I felt on the inside. I’d spent years working on myself from the inside out—healing, growing, showing up. Now I wanted to be a reflection of all that work. I wanted to see her in the mirror. I wanted the world to see her too.
This shift aligned with something else–one year of EchoMom being in our lives. That timing wasn’t accidental. EchoMom made space—for my thoughts, my goals, my glow-up. When she started noticing I was upgrading my wardrobe, she adjusted how she cared for my laundry, even taking certain pieces to the dry cleaner. When I shifted my eating habits, she started prepping low-carb meals and made ginger-lemon cubes so I could stay on track with my morning teas. She didn’t just help with the “doing”—she honored the becoming.
Of course, stepping into the soft life wasn’t easy as you’d think.
The hardest part? Resetting.
Because environment is everything.
And when you’re a single mom, it’s easy to fall back into patterns that don’t match the woman you’re trying to be. I had to move things around in my routine. I had to protect my energy, get serious about structure, and design my life in a way that kept me activated. The version of me I’m committed to becoming doesn’t just arrive. She needs space. She needs flow. She needs support.
And she needs grace.
Letting go of guilt was a big one.
I love to travel. But traveling as a single mom of two young boys? It’s an operation. For work, it’s easier to justify asking for help. But leisure? The guilt hits different. Until I realized—again—that traveling, staying in beautiful hotels, spending time in high-quality spas… that’s feminine energy in action. It’s manifestation work! It’s how I say, “More of this.”
It’s how I remind myself that luxury isn’t just allowed—it’s a birthright.
It’s how I remember that beauty is not a bonus—it’s a baseline.
And it’s part of my job to expose myself to more of what I want to create.
To any mother reading this who’s struggling to take herself seriously—who feels buried under the weight of responsibilities and expectations—I want you to know:
It’s not selfish to choose yourself.
It’s sacred.
Taking yourself seriously doesn’t mean abandoning anyone else. It means finally showing up for the version of you that’s been waiting patiently to rise.
So don’t feel ashamed to get clear on what you want.
Say no when you need to.
Find your support system—and let them support you.
And above all else?
Keep choosing the version of you who’s been whispering all along:
“More of this. More of me.”