Makeup Artist turned Flower Farmer.

I dreamt of becoming a Hollywood makeup artist at 13. By 14 I had added the additional dream of having my own makeup line. I pursued those dreams like they were my northern star for the next 18 years.

I had a very fun career as a t.v. makeup artist. I started in San Francisco at The View from the Bay when I was 19. ABC called and asked if I could work 3-4 days a week for my day rate from 12-4pm, oh and they only needed me on days that there were celebrities or big names. It was a dream job!! When I left work I would call my friends or family bursting with joy, to tell them about my day or to tell them how much I loved my job. It was a time I look back on with so much gratitude. The good ole days.

Then the economy crashed and vanities were the first to go on our little local show. During that time I learned about hustling. How many jobs would I need to book to make ends meet? I would have to wait 30/60 sometimes 90 days or more to get paid after a job. It was a constant rollercoaster, but I loved what I did so I made it work. I loved the people that I got to work with and I LOVED making people feel good.

I had so deeply associated my identity in my career that I never imagined I would do anything else. I was as much of a makeup artist as I was my own name.

I eventually landed at Bloomberg and then CNBC where I was submerged in business news. I learned as much as I could from the entrepreneurs and technology innovators and reporters as I could. I asked questions and soaked it all up. I loved business but in my heart I was mourning the loss of passion for my career.

My passion for my career was a steering wheel throughout my life. Everything in my life could be falling apart but I kept driving because I had that passion leading me. When that passion left it was terrifying! Who was I if not a makeup artist?

I said nothing. I just tried to get it back. I worked on ways to rekindle a spark. I was desperate for that feeling of credence.

I decided to finally move forward with my makeup line. I had talked about it for years and never had the conviction to move forward. I decided that a “Holiday Collection” was minimal risk and wrapped up my dream. Then I can “Be done with it!” . I Knew it was a last hoorah but I felt like I needed to complete this dream before I could explore what was next. You know what??

It was super fun! I learned a lot about business through that experience. One big lesson I learned is, TAKE ACTION. I had over thought and over analyzed for years. It was so much easier that I thought it would be. And I could check it off my list. It was a great experience.

I was still working at CNBC and something happened to me before I would go to work. I would get knots in my stomach and anxiety before I went in.

This didn’t make logical sense. I loved the people I worked with. I was doing makeup on super interesting people, but I was just over it. I was done.

I had recently finished training for reiki master. For those of you that don’t know what that is it is a form of energy healing.

Reiki was a huge component to my opening up and letting go of what wasn’t in alignment. It also was the catalyst that blew open my intuition and spiritual development. I made the choice to leave tv and head more into the healing arts.

I LOVE energy healing! It was the missing link in my existence.

There was a whole part of myself that I had been neglecting and that now I understood. I started to really love myself. I started to see my “sensitivities” as my gift. However, I didn’t feel like healing one on one was all that I was supposed to be doing. I have always felt like I was supposed to do something big and important. I am still not sure what that is, but my intuition is in charge and she is never wrong.

My reiki schedule would ebb and flow. I had busy weeks and then I would need rest. My phone would stop ringing when I needed a break and start back up when I was ready. It was pretty amazing.

After a awhile I started craving dirt. I just wanted to be outside. I secretly looked up farming jobs but it didn’t make logical sense. A few friends laughed when I told them and I guess I silently agreed it was silly.

Then I met Kate, the former owner of Aztec Dahlias. She was selling her business and every part of my body and soul screamed YES!