My story is about restoring (and defending) peace, prioritizing freedom above all else, and learning how to dance with structure and flow.
I didn’t grow up in a fancy home or affluent city, but the food was delicious and down to Earth, and people took pride in their pain of struggling and surviving. Being in the hospitality industry is certainly a way to survive, show-off, escape home, and if you're lucky...show people how big the love is that you have in your heart.
My childhood wasn’t without challenges. I grew up fast. At age 9, my neighbors were telling me I was pretty self-assured for my age. My childhood taught me resilience, the importance of independence, and the power that lies behind a sincere intent to create a life that feels true to who you are, no matter what circumstances or people stand in your way.
When I was 17, I made the bold decision to leave home. I didn’t have a clear plan, but I had a blurry vision I could just barely feel. It was a small flame, and it lit my heart up enough to sustain working 80-120 hour weeks. I learned quickly which foods boosted my energy and which ones zapped me. I stayed in the gym, and saved money.
The kitchen taught me structure, organization, and respect. Swift movements trickled into the way I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and dressed myself; time management and nutrient dense foods performed miracles on my life, mind, and body.