A Life Built on Strategy. A Year That Changed the Blueprint.

 This is part 2 of 5. Read Part one here

About eleven months ago, our lives looked very different.  If I’m being honest, it was already cracking.

Our home was beautiful, but our foundation wasn’t. The space between family members had grown wide and brittle. And the only way I knew how to cope was by closing doors,  emotional ones, mostly, and staying busy enough not to feel the ache underneath.

Then the fire came.

It took everything I thought was mine; every object, photograph, and memory, gone in a single night.  But what I’ve learned since is that the fire didn’t just take things.
It took illusion.

In the ashes, I found truth.

Truth about my family, my past, my patterns, and about who I’ve always been underneath all of it.

For decades, I tried to find that truth through therapy, travel, meditation, building a business, Torah study, ketamine journeys, workshops, mentors, teachers, all of it. But none of it cracked me open the way the fire did.

Loss has a ...

I haven't written publicly in over a year. Not because I had nothing to say, but because I was living through something I couldn't yet put into words. This is the first of five pieces about what happened when everything burned down, and what I'm building from the ashes.

It's been a while since I've written.

Not because I didn't have something to say, but because life rerouted me. The kind of rerouting that changes your view before you even realize you've turned a corner.

When we last connected, everything I was building felt aligned. Every experience, every lesson, every pivot had brought me to exactly where I thought I was supposed to be.

Then, in the summer of 2023, I was chosen to lead in a new way. An opportunity that felt both validating and sacred. It reconnected me to the proud Jewish woman I've always been and allowed me to build and nurture community in ways that felt beautifully aligned with my soul's purpose.

That season gave me something I didn't kn...