02/06/2026
On Wednesday, I went to a networking event and almost left the moment I sat down.
I was still deep in grief after Myaās death, and my nervous system felt raw. I told myself I would stay for the presentation, I know the woman speaking, and then quietly head out.
No networking.
No forcing.
Just survive the hour or so.
Then I overheard a conversation behind me.
Two women were talking, and one casually mentioned she was from Napanee⦠and then she said menopause.
And if Iām being honest? My heart sank.
That old voice crept in immediately:
Why are you even trying to build a business around menopause?
Everyone is in this space now.
Youāre late.
You missed it.
Whatās the point?
I felt gutted. Deflated. Small.
I stayed in my seat anyway and listened to the talk. And at one point, Gaby said something that landed right in my chest:
āSay yes before you feel truly ready.ā
It was one of those moments where your body reacts before your brain catches up. When the talk ended, I felt that quiet nudge again, the one that feels uncomfortable but insistent. So I did the thing I wasnāt planning to do.
I stood up. Walked over. Introduced myself.
And I am so, so glad I did.
We talked for over an hour. Not surface-level networking talk, real talk. The kind where time disappears. The kind where it feels less like meeting someone new and more like recognizing someone you already know.
Sure, I could have waited until our next monthly meetup. There would have been another chance. But something about that moment mattered.
Isnāt it strange how life does that?
How the universe puts people, ideas, and moments right in front of you and then steps back to see what youāll choose.
For some, thatās God at work. For me, itās the universe. And I know, especially lately, that she has my back.
Even when Iām grieving.
Even when I doubt myself.
Even when I want to shrink instead of show up.
Sometimes saying yes before you feel ready is exactly how you remember who you are. āØ