Still Becoming
I’m a daughter, a wife once, a mother, a grandmother, a big sister, and an entrepreneur — and I’ve spent most of my life carrying every one of those roles like luggage, some of it beautiful, some of it just weight I kept meaning to put down.
It took a failed marriage, a mother wound I’m still making peace with, two surgeries seven years apart that forced me to sit still with myself, and a retreat I almost didn’t go to, to become the woman writing this. My business is blooming. The sign is finally on the door.
I am still becoming. And I believe, all the way down, that it is never too late for you to be too.
Karla, xo
