I have lived so much more life than I ever expected I would as a kid. And yet, knowing who I am today, I wouldn’t change this life. Because I know — after loss, after love, after heartbreak, after starting over again and again — that life is not about getting it right the first time, or anytime after that. It’s about becoming, expanding, and choosing again.
I grew up in an evangelical Christian home, at the height of “I Kissed Dating Goodbye”, steeped in certainty and rules. I followed the path laid out before me, the one that “made sense” — Bible school, marriage, a life built on what I thought was unshakable ground. But life has a way of revealing deeper truths. My first marriage ended in heartbreak, tangled in lies and addiction. And just a few months after our divorce was finalized, my then ex-husband unexpectedly passed away, leaving me with a grief I never saw coming. I was 27, a divorced widow, and everything I thought I knew was shattered.
In the wreckage, I searched, I wailed, I raged, I grieved. Through therapy, I let myself be angry, I felt my sadness, I saw the beautiful moments and learned to laugh again too. I let it all move through me, refusing to bypass the pain or the joy. And as I did, I slowly stepped away from the faith that had once felt like home, realizing I no longer fit within its walls. I was too much. My questions were too big. And yet, outside of those walls, I found something even greater: my own voice, my own truth, my own path.
I remarried at 30, believing I had found my forever. And for a time, it was so beautiful. But life, again, had other plans. After six years of moving across the country and working to build a life together that we loved, my second marriage began to unravel — not in destruction, but in quiet revelations that could not be ignored. And this time, I faced the ending differently. With open hands. With love. With a deep knowing that even in loss, I was finding more of myself.
Through it all, I have learned that starting over is not a failure. It is an invitation. To do it differently. To choose with more clarity. To build a life that is wholly, undeniably, yours.
This is the work I do as a coach.
I do not coach for transactions. I coach for transformation.
If you work with me, know this: I will not run away. Your story is welcome here. You are welcome here. I will not try to fix you. I will sit in the depths with you, holding space for the unfolding, the emptying out, the burning, the rising. Because I believe in the power of the slow, deep, life-changing work. And I believe that you are capable of more than you feel is possible.
I am the coach for those who are ready to go deep. To dismantle the old stories. To build something new with intention, with truth, with soul.
And I am with you for the long game. My minimum coaching commitment is 12 months — because this kind of transformation takes time. It takes trust. It takes devotion.
So if you’re ready — not just to try, but to fully commit to yourself and your vision — I’m here. My door is open. My heart is willing. And I cannot wait to walk this journey with you.
xo, Katherine