The Power of Tiny Steps

I used to believe that if I couldn’t get it perfect, it wasn’t worth doing at all. All or nothing – that was my pattern. If I couldn’t wake up at 5 a.m. to workout six days a week, I’d quit altogether. If I couldn’t guarantee success, I wouldn’t even try. If there was a chance I’d fail, I’d talk myself out of it and say I wasn’t interested anyway.

Big dreams, but no room for small steps. No flexibility. No grace for being human.

It took me years – decades, really – to learn that momentum isn’t built in giant leaps. It’s built in tiny, often unremarkable steps. The first imperfect action. The messy first draft. The resume you send at the last minute, just to see what happens. The question you dare to ask – and the unexpected yes you get back.

I didn’t know this when I was younger, but tiny steps are the seeds of real change. They’re proof that you trust yourself enough to begin – even when you can’t see the finish line yet.

When I look back now, the biggest changes in my life didn’t come from a single moment of clarity. They came from a series of tiny choices: the moments I gave myself permission to try, to fail, to learn, to try again.

One day I opened an email about internal coach training – something that was supposed to be “one day”, something I wasn’t “qualified” for, something my rank didn’t align with, something that seemed too big for me. But I thought: the worst they can say is no. So I hit submit on the application at the last possible minute. Tiny step. They said yes. That tiny step turned into a door swinging open. I kept taking those tiny steps, one after another: showing up for the training, practicing, fumbling, failing, learning, improving. And here I am – still learning, still stepping forward.

This is the truth behind every “big leap” you see from the outside: it’s not one leap. It’s a thousand tiny steps.

Today, I’m taking another step – one I’ve dreamed of for years. For the conclusion of this Messy Middle series, I’m so proud to share that I’ve legally registered my business: ADE Coaching LLC. This isn’t just about having a business. It’s about choosing to trust that my story, my skills, my purpose, and my calling all matter enough to keep showing up — even when I’m still figuring out the how.

If you’ve been reading my Messy Middle series, thank you. Thank you for letting me share the scattered puzzle pieces, the fear, the doubts, and the gentle unfolding of what comes next.

I hope if you take anything from these letters, it’s this: you don’t have to have it all figured out. You don’t have to wait for perfect conditions. You don’t have to leap the whole distance today. You just have to take one tiny step that future you will thank you for.

💜 So here’s my invitation for you: What’s one small thing you could say yes to today? One question you could ask. One door you could knock on. One thing you could try, even if it’s messy.

Tiny steps build a life. Tiny steps change everything.

ADE Coaching LLC is my next step. If you’d like someone to walk beside you as you take yours, I’d be honored to be there.

Here’s to tiny steps. Here’s to the next right thing. Here’s to the brave work of becoming. 💜

Choosing the Harder, Better Path

Disclaimer: I know our peaceful co-parenting journey is the exception, not the rule. This model is not for everyone and requires a high level of emotional maturity and mutual respect. It may not be possible – or safe – for anyone leaving an abusive situation or when a co-parent cannot put aside anger or pain for the sake of their child.

Above all, please stay safe and honor the boundaries of your own situation. If peaceful co-parenting isn’t an option for you, know that healing and happiness after divorce are still possible. Everyone’s story is unique – I share mine here to offer perspective, not a prescription. I encourage you to trust your own path and create what’s best for you. I’m here to walk alongside you as you figure out what that looks like. 💜

I was reflecting recently on the time I moved to Italy in 2020. Yes – halfway across the world, with my daughter and two dogs, during a global pandemic.

It sounds wild even now. But despite all the hurdles, the delays, the endless logistics of shipping a household and pets overseas in the middle of lockdowns (and a hurricane that left me trapped in my house due to flooding the day before my flights) – I knew exactly why I was doing it.

I was moving to Italy to give my daughter the chance to have a stable relationship with her father after our divorce. Just because I didn’t want to stay married didn’t mean this bright, beautiful little girl didn’t deserve a real connection with her dad.

There were so many moments of uncertainty. People asked if I ever thought, “Maybe this just isn’t the right time to move to Italy?” That question once took me completely off guard – because the truth is, the thought never crossed my mind.

The path wasn’t easy. But my why was bigger than any obstacle in front of me.

It wasn’t a matter of “No” I just hadn’t found the “How” yet.


For as long as I can remember, I dreamed of living in Europe. When I made the hard choice to leave my marriage – to choose healing and peace instead of staying because it was familiar – I knew I’d have to find my own way to make that dream possible. So I did. Little by little, the path opened up. One phone call, one hurdle, one creative solution at a time.

At the time, a lot of people couldn’t see what I saw. Some told me peaceful co-parenting was unrealistic. Some told me I didn’t understand how messy divorce really was.

But here’s what I’ve learned about choosing the harder, better path:
You don’t need everyone’s approval for your vision.
It’s not your job to convince the world.
It’s your job to paint the picture anyway – by living it.


I didn’t know if I had what it would take to be a single mom overseas. I didn’t know exactly how I’d manage the fear and uncertainty. But when I looked into my daughter’s eyes, I knew she deserved every chance in life – even if I had to figure it out step by step.

Five years on, I have no regrets. Despite the fear, despite the what-ifs, it was the right choice for us. Many who couldn’t see the vision back then now see the bigger picture too.


The same lesson is true for me now as I pursue my purpose through coaching.

I don’t have every answer about running a business. Some days I wonder if I really have what it takes. But my why shines brighter than any excuse or obstacle that tries to get in the way. So I keep taking the next right step, trusting that the path will appear as it always does – one brave choice at a time.


Are you standing at your own crossroads right now? Facing uncertainty? Feeling called to something bigger than your current reality?

I see you.
I’ve been there.
And I’d be honored to walk that path beside you – one piece at a time – if you’re ready to take the next brave step toward the life you really want.

💜 Here’s to choosing the harder, better path – and trusting it will lead you home.

Ready to take the next step?
If you’re navigating your own “messy middle” and want support, I’d be honored to walk with you.