There was a season in my life when everything felt too loud on the inside and too quiet on the outside. I was surrounded by people but felt disconnected. Loved deeply but didn’t feel understood. Busy every day but emotionally stuck. And when that internal noise got too heavy, something in me whispered, “Go outside. Sit still. Start over.”
I didn’t know it then, but that whisper was the beginning of the version of me you’re reading from today.
Meditation didn’t enter my life like some magical epiphany. I wasn’t sitting on a yoga mat in a perfectly lit room with incense burning. I was at a spiritual center that I found, stressed, overthinking, and fighting my own mind. But I needed something—anything—to quiet the chaos. So I tried I joined the community. There, I learned meditation. I literally started with 1 minute guided meditation and worked my way. That’s it. And I remember thinking, “Why does this feel like the first deep breath I’ve taken in years?”
And then came 5 minutes, 15 minutes, and so on.
If meditation was the inhale, hiking became the exhale.
The first time I hit a trail alone, I was nervous. It didn’t matter how many degrees I had, how many businesses I’d built, or how strong I showed up online—I was still a woman learning how to be seen, heard, and supported… by myself. The trees didn’t judge me. The water didn’t ask for perfection. Nature became the one place where I didn’t have to pretend to be okay. I could just be.
Why Hiking Hit Different for Me
Because it wasn’t just about movement. It was about remembering.
Every step pulled another piece of me back home.
Every trail gave me a chance to drop the version of myself I’d outgrown.
Every leaf, every breeze, every moment of silence taught me a truth I’d ignored:
Healing isn’t a destination. It’s a returning.
And as someone who’s been through toxic relationships, abandonment, reinvention, divorce, motherhood, business challenges, success, failures, and rebirths—you better believe I needed a safe place to come back to myself.
That place became nature.
Meditation Helped Me Hear Myself… Hiking Helped Me Trust What I Heard
You know what meditation taught me?
That I didn’t have to believe every thought that ran through my mind.
You know what hiking taught me?
That I could build new thoughts, new habits, new confidence—one mile, one step, one breath at a time.
Meditation gave me the mental stillness.
Hiking gave me the physical release.
Together, they became my therapy.
I’ve cried on trails.
I’ve laughed at myself on trails.
I’ve had breakthroughs on trails that no journal entry or therapy session could’ve ever pulled out of me.
And the wildest part?
The more I showed up in nature, the more I started showing up in my life.
And Then… I Started Bringing Women With Me
This part still shocks me sometimes.
Initially, I just wanted to hike so I joined a local hiking group. I didn’t sit down and say, “Let me start leading hikes and meditations.”
It happened naturally. As I started healing and hiking I felt it was time to bring my community along with me.
I applied for We Hike to Heals ambassador’s and was approved.
Women from different backgrounds.
Women with different fears.
Women carrying quiet worries and loud dreams.
Women who needed a moment to breathe.
We walked together.
We laughed together.
We talked about life, love, business, healing, motherhood, identity, dreams—everything.
And the trail held us.
Nature doesn’t care who you used to be or what you’re trying to prove. It just asks that you keep moving.
This Journey Didn’t Just Heal Me. It Reintroduced Me to Myself.
People see the meditation videos, the hikes, the retreats, the community, the daily 11:11 lives—but what they don’t always see is the version of me from years ago:
The girl who left toxic relationships.
The woman who felt alone even in a crowd.
The mother who didn’t want her kids to inherit her numbness.
The entrepreneur who knew how to build businesses for everyone else but desperately needed to rebuild herself.
The woman who fought to stop abandoning herself to be liked, accepted, or chosen.
Meditation brought me back inward.
Hiking brought me forward.
Both became my medicine.
Why I Keep Showing Up
Because movement is healing.
Because silence is powerful.
Because breath is sacred.
Because sisterhood is necessary.
Because nature is therapy with no appointment needed.
Because healing isn’t linear.
Because I promised myself I would never go back to the version of me that dimmed her own light to make room for others.
I hike because it reminds me I’m alive.
I meditate because it reminds me I’m worthy of stillness.
I teach because I don’t want women to walk their healing journey alone.
If You’re Reading This and You’re in Your “Lost” Season…
Let me speak to you directly:
You’re not broken.
You’re not behind.
You’re not too much.
You’re not too late.
You’re just in the part of the story where your spirit is calling you back home.
Go outside.
Touch a tree.
Put your phone down.
Breathe deeper than your anxiety wants you to.
Let your heart beat without pretending.
Give yourself space to be held by something bigger than your problems.
And if you need a community?
If you want to walk, meditate, and heal with women who get it?
The door to Rich Girl Meditation is open.
This journey isn’t about becoming someone new.
It’s about remembering the woman you were before the world wounded her.
And I’d love to walk that path with you, one trail, one breath, one breakthrough at a time.
