Launching with Story

One year in...

And if I’m honest? I’m still catching my breath.

Launching work that lives in your heart and is stitched together from your story—it’s not a casual kind of brave. It’s the kind of bravery that whispers to you late at night, when the house is finally quiet, asking, "Are you sure you want to share this part of yourself?"

Because it’s not just work. It’s you. Your philosophy. Your values. Your voice. Your why.

It’s built from the messy middle of motherhood and identity. From grief that cracked you open and healing that took years. From prayers whispered into tear-soaked pillows. From coffee-fueled mornings when the only thing keeping you upright was hope.

And then, one day, you hit publish. You launch the site. You send the email. You show your face. You speak your truth. And with trembling hands, you hand your heart to the world and say:

“Here. I made this. It matters to me. I hope it helps you, too.”

And the world? It doesn’t always respond as you hope.
Some people cheer. Some scroll past. Some misunderstandings.
And some stay silent.

But here’s what I’ve learned in the silence: this work was never supposed to be about me.

It was always about something bigger—about disrupting old thinking.
About modeling regulation and showing resilience.
Helping others challenge their stories and gently rewrite the narratives that keep them stuck.

It’s about creating spaces where people feel seen, where they can exhale, and where they know they belong.

It’s for the mama whose child melted down in Target, for the educator trying to hold space for every learner, for the leader questioning if they’re enough, and for the human just trying to get through today.

Every human. Every voice. Every need. Every identity. Every brain.

Because we’re all just humans, doing the best we can with what we have. And some days, that looks like joy barefoot in the grass. Other days, simply surviving.

And through it all, we get to choose.
We get to choose kindness. Compassion. Community.
Even on the hard days. Especially on the hard days.

So if you’re reading this and wondering if your story is worth sharing, I hope you hear this loud and clear:

It is. And we need it.

With love + light,
Court