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When I wrote this book, I didn’t want to just put words on paper. I wanted to create the right book—the one that speaks directly to women who feel invisible in midlife and are ready to step into their shine. You don’t have to reinvent yourself. You don’t have to keep performing or disappearing into roles. You can move from invisible to invincible by reclaiming the parts of yourself you’ve buried and living as your whole, authentic self. Midlife women want to feel seen, valued, and unapologetically themselves. They’re done hiding behind perfection or caregiving. They’re ready to shine. The real shift isn’t about becoming someone new. It’s about ending the quiet ways you’ve been abandoning yourself and finally choosing you. Coming next spring. I can’t wait to share it with you This is your invitation to shine.

Do you ever wonder what’s going on inside someone else’s brain? Like really, truly wonder? Because let me tell you what’s going on in mine right now—while I’m trying (keyword: trying) to write this very sentence. I’m thinking about: The fact that I left the laundry in the washer three days ago. My husband, who is currently vegged out on the couch like a sentient potato. Whether I remembered to send that email to Tim from work… or was I just thinking about sending it? And also, why my dog only ever vomits on carpet, never the tile. Coincidence? I think not. Anyway, back to the book. You know, the one I’m writing to help earn money for my family while Potato Man scrolls through 47 TikToks in a row like it's a full-time job. Look—I want this chapter to have a solid, meaningful start. Something powerful. Something inspirational. But instead, here I am, mentally screaming into the ADHD void while also wondering what we’re going to eat for dinner tonight. (Please don’t say chicken. If I eat one more dry, soul-crushing piece of baked chicken, I will scream.) This is how it works. My brain doesn’t do “single task mode.” It does “everything, all at once, on fire.” Even as I write this, part of me is whispering: “You never called the dentist.” “What if this book sucks?” “Where’s that receipt you swore you’d file last month?” “Did we run out of dog food? Oh God, we ran out of dog food.” Still, here we are. Chapter One. A glorious mess of thoughts, half-sentences, mild resentment, and hope. If you're still reading, congratulations—you’ve just entered the mind of a working mom with ADHD. Please keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times, and for the love of all that is holy, do not ask me what I walked into this room for. Spoiler: I don’t know.