When I reflect on the journey that brought me here, it’s surreal. A few years ago, I had no inkling I’d be writing this today, an origin story?! Am I taken aback? Well, not exactly. It all falls into place now, but trust me, it was a blurry puzzle back then.

So, what was I up to a few years back? Picture me burning the midnight oil with spreadsheets, diving into marketing strategies, and wrestling with software implementation until 2 AM. But the real game-changer? January 2020.

Trigger Warning: ER Visit, Birth Complications

Post the birth of my first son, life was cruising. Despite the usual chaos of early motherhood, I ticked off goals, and #momlife was my groove. However, around the 10-month mark, I sensed lingering physical issues that stuck around despite countless doctor visits. Eventually, surgery became unavoidable to mend childbirth-related damage. Staring at anesthesia for the first time, I grappled with a myriad of thoughts. I pushed most under the rug and soldiered on until two weeks post-surgery.

The Turning Point: A Hospital Room Revelation

After a typical night of working until 2AM I laid down to go to bed and realized something was off. I woke my husband, and off to the ER, we went. After hours of tests and a futile attempt at self-advocacy, I passed out from blood loss. Coming to, I found myself encircled by doctors, and my husband wore a mix of terror and relief. Heading back into surgery, I was already a different person than when I stepped into that hospital. I just hadn’t unraveled what that meant yet.

The Quest for Purpose and Clarity

Post-surgery, my world resembled a misty labyrinth of confusion and dreams. Ever been lost in the fog, questioning your goals, desperately seeking elusive answers in the dark?

I was surrounded by dreams and goals, yet something felt off. A nagging feeling that surviving meant leaving a small part of myself behind gnawed at me.

As the world shut down, I grappled with these indescribable feelings, fumbling for the next steps. Amidst the lack of resources and direction, guilt, and unworthiness crept in. My thoughts would quickly switch between gratitude for what I had and self-sabotage for wanting more when I could barely manage what I already had.

Getting Organized: Mentally and Physically

Realization struck—I needed to get organized to handle life and these thoughts. Hours on Pinterest, Google, and countless blogs left me frustrated and overwhelmed. But quitting wasn’t an option. Life’s fragility had become crystal clear, and I refused to return to mere existence. I was ready to actively participate in and design my life.

I couldn’t find a perfect handbook, so I stitched together my solutions. “Two Weeks to Tidy” was born from this journey. With my home in order, I incorporated new habits—reading, walking, career development, and relationship building—with intentionality. The concept of a “goal” had shifted. It wasn’t merely a checkbox; it was a feeling. Was I living the life I wanted? And if not, was I working toward it?

Building a Tribe: Momma Has Goals Unveiled

In navigating my own journey, I realized the need for resources, guidance, and a tribe that understood the pursuit of both success and fulfillment. Community, organized resources to take true action steps, and real conversations about the highs and lows of life while unapologetically pursuing my dreams.

I remember being two weeks postpartum with our second child, glancing over at my husband and blurting out, “I think I want to write an ebook.” (Neither of us had even read an ebook at that point).

Why he didn’t call me crazy that day is beyond me 😂, but for some reason, he said, “You should! Go for it.” Caught off guard, I responded with a hesitant “uhh, okay.” And the rest, as they say, is history!

That initial ebook idea evolved into Momma Has Goals—a phone app and web platform I crafted while working full time, a globally rated podcast, and a thriving community of thousands of women.

More Than Mom

I came to realize that many moms lose themselves in motherhood. They’re often not even sure when they stopped being themselves and they don’t know who they are outside of the title, “mom”.

The truth is, we often didn’t know who we were before motherhood either. Do we know our own origin story?

We’re all building it, right now.

The Momma Has Goals community and platform serve as guides, helping moms navigate mom guilt, reclaim time in their schedules, and rediscover happiness and identity beyond the demanding title of mom.

Whether your goal is perfecting the school party snack, conquering the challenge of getting out of bed and getting dressed, securing a promotion, choosing to stay home, bridging the communication gap with your teen, finding friends, or building that dream business – we’ve got you. Your goals are uniquely yours; there are no “right” goals. Just pursue them, enjoy them, and together, we’ll help you achieve whatever it is without sacrificing your desire to be a mom too.

Conclusion: Your Origin Story Begins Now

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