Being above the clouds isn’t about perfection or escaping reality. It’s about perspective.

From up here, you can see more clearly. You can breathe a little easier. You can remember what matters.

Joy isn’t perfection. It’s not a Pinterest-worthy life or a flawless Instagram feed.
It’s not about constant happiness or skipping through life without struggle.

Joy is real. It’s gritty, messy, sometimes loud – and it’s always available if we let it in.

This isn’t a “I made it” story. It’s not a victory lap or a grand announcement.
This is a beginning – messy, imperfect, and full of possibility.

Because here’s the truth: no matter how far I’ve come, life keeps evolving, and so do I.

If you’ve read my introduction, you know I’m not here to give you a highlight reel or convince you that my life is picture perfect. I’m here to share the messy, the joyful, the complicated truth of what it means to rise above – to get Above the Clouds.

No one really knows me these days, except a select few people. That’s how I prefer it. I’m selective about what I reveal and who I reveal it to. I have my reasons.