Things stop working. Deadlines get missed. People stop replying to emails until you write “Just circling back!” in bold red font. The culprit? Nine times out of ten, it’s a breakdown in integrity - not in a moral failure kind of way, but in a your-word-didn’t-match-your-actions kind of way.

After I had kids, life got… messy. I was dropping balls like it was an Olympic sport - missing deadlines, showing up late, bailing on social plans because I was too damned tired to make conversation, let alone be charming. I was overwhelmed by the constant juggling act of being a wife, mom, leader, and friend. Honestly, I didn’t want to manage it better - I wanted to escape it entirely and move into a beach shack with steady Wi-fi and a steady margarita drip. Instead, I hired a coach. (Still not ruling out the beach shack, though.)