28/09/2026
To the sisters of my community
For a long time this year, I felt as though I had let you down.
I have created regular events and meet-ups that people loved for the past 5 years. They sold out and the rooms were full. Women made connections, found clients, started collaborations and built friendships.
It was incredibly meaningful work.
And, if I’m honest, it was also a rather lovely ego boost.
To be needed is seductive.
But somewhere along the way, the thing I had created began to feel less like an expression of my work and more like an obligation I was carrying.
I kept telling myself that because people loved it, I had to keep doing it.
That because I was running the community, that I was responsible for keeping it alive.
That stepping away would mean I had failed the women who had trusted me.
But that wasn’t the truth.
The truth was that I had reached the edge of what I could give in that form.
And I needed to choose myself.
Not because the community didn’t matter.
Because I did too.
There is a particular kind of pressure that comes when your work is successful. People assume success should be enough to keep you there.
But a sold-out room is not always a sign that you should carry on.
Sometimes it is simply evidence that something worked beautifully for a time.
And sometimes the thing that is working is also the thing keeping you stuck.
I had to step away from the community in the way I had been holding it so I could give my full attention to the deeper work I was here to create.
That work has become **The Audacious Way**.
It is a philosophy, a body of work and now an AI-powered companion for people who are trying to hear their own voice beneath the noise.
It is about self-trust, courage, creativity, clarity and the small, honest choices that change the shape of a life.
I could not have built it while continuing to perform the old version of my work simply because people wanted me to.
That has been one of the harder truths of creating something new:
People may miss the version of you that was most available to them.
That does not mean you made the wrong choice.
The Sister Table continues to belong to the women who helped make it what it became. I’m delighted to see members creating their own networking opportunities, gatherings and connections. That was always part of the point: women coming together, sharing what they know and making something larger than any one person.
But I am no longer trying to be the whole table.
I’m making room for the work that is mine now.
There is a difference between serving others with your gifts and abandoning yourself in the process.
I’m learning to tell the difference.
And, for now, choosing myself means choosing the work that has been waiting for me.
