Hey, I'm Katrina.

If you're looking for a polished, have-it-all-figured-out version of a human, mom, or friend, you're in the wrong place. What I've got is honesty, some humor, and a big heart. I'd love to tell you a little bit about my story.

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For years, I climbed. I worked hard. I was a driven, passionate, hardworking girl who, one day, stepped into a leadership role, became a real voice in my career and industry, and was on track for the kind of success I'd spent years chasing. Sounds like a dream, right?

 

I was the breadwinner of my family, the achiever, the "rockstar" and by every means, taught to value my self-worth based on my performance and accomplishments in those spaces. I thought I had it all handled. My family was proud of me. I was taking care of my household. I was making an impact in my world. It was a high. A creature I kept well fed.

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All of these amazing things, but, I was dead inside.

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I had let someone use me to get ahead, take credit for my work, and slowly turn me into someone I didn't recognize. They stole my joy for what I did and left me with an overwhleming sense of defeat and depression. It was like falling into a void that I felt I could never climb out of.

 

At the same time, the world outside was starting to scare me, I watched what was happening and knew, in my gut, that I couldn't send my girls into it.

 

And underneath all of it was grief. I was losing time with my daughters. Losing the things that used to bring me joy. Losing myself.

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So I did the thing that terrified me most. I walked away. I won't pretend it was brave or simple because it was fucking hard.

 

Walking away from the title, the influence, the money, especially as the breadwinner, when you were raised to believe your worth is measured by your achievements?  That doesn't undo itself overnight. Almost four years later, I'm still unlearning it. My household lives leaner now. We've learned to sacrifice. It has not been easy.

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But I am happier than I have ever been. My children are thriving.
And that is my why.

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There's a piece of my story that started long before any of it. When I was a teenager, I got kicked out of my house. I was nineteen, with no idea who I was, who I wanted to be, or where I was going, and somewhere in all of that unknown, I found a puppy named Justice. I had no business taking on a dog. No experience, no real place to go. But he was love at first sight, a missing piece I didn't know I needed.

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The boy who stood beside me through all of it is now my husband of fifteen years. He took me in, dog and all. He pushed me to go back to school, to work on myself, to become someone.

 

I made Justice a promise back then... I told him, one day I'd give him a house with no crate and a big fenced yard. So I buckled down. I graduated. I built a career. And I built that house, with exactly that yard, and no limits on the spaces he claimed as his own.

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We brought a family into that house. Justice was there for every milestone, every step, every version of me I tried on and outgrew. He was my heart on four legs.

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He's gone now, and I'm still learning how to live with that. You'll find a lot of him on this blog, because he's part of how I became who I am.

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So that's me.

 

A recovering over-achiever, learning that my worth was never the job or what I bring to the table. A mom building a leaner, louder, more creative life on purpose. A woman documenting the messy effort of learning to love who all of this has made me.

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My husband. My girls. My pack. My reasons.

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If any of that sounds like your kind of honest, I'm so glad you're here. Stay a while.