— I know this from the inside.
— My Story —
The Good Girl who didn't make waves.a powerhouse for everyone else's dreams.
For years, I stood in a fluorescent-lit classroom teaching Art Appreciation to students who were mostly staring at their phones — an adjunct instructor, a fancy word for underpaid and temporary. I was the reliable one. The Good Girl who didn't make waves. A powerhouse for everyone else's dreams while my own creative soul was quietly decaying in the dark.
Then in the space of one month, two things happened that I couldn't unsee. A late period sent my partner into a panic — and ended with an ultimatum: him or the possibility of a family. And the full-time teaching position I'd spent six years earning went to a kid straight out of school who had never taught a single class. He stood at my desk and told me how nervous he was, while I packed up my things.
I was being erased.
And still — I stayed. I made excuses. I didn't want to ruin my work reputation by leaving mid-semester. I told myself my partner would change. I told myself my dreams of something more were a pipe-dream, naive, too much work. I couldn't leave the people behind who were counting on me. I was hiding in the safety of being a victim because the alternative — actually being powerful — felt too dangerous.
Then I told a friend about my plans to make Thanksgiving something I could look forward to — a weekend trip just for me, since nothing was going to be happening with any of my people anyway — and she asked one question:
"Have you ever thought about… just moving there?"
I laughed it off. But the next morning, the question was still ringing like a bell. It was the permission I'd been waiting to give myself.
I built this mentorship because I couldn't find the container I actually needed. Not a course. Not a framework. A private space to remember — with someone who will not flinch at what you find there.
That's what I offer you here.
