08/30/2026
Last Friday I dumped my entire closet onto my bed and sat on the floor with every version of myself I've ever been.
..the modest-Christian wife clothes...the safe working-mom threads..the oversized everything I hid inside during 2020...the strappy little dresses from my single era that made me feel free for the first time in 40 years.
Two donation bags later, what's left hanging is just…me...the one turning 43 next week...the one who was there underneath...all along.
September has always been my real new year…more than January ever is...January is for resolutions, but September...my birthday month...is for reckoning.
The Statement Piece...live now on The Table Between.
September is for reckoning…clearing out two decades of costumes & finding the woman underneath all of them