Hi Everyone!
There was a time in my life when I thought confidence meant having all the answers.

I thought strong women never doubted themselves. I thought successful women never felt lost. I thought happy women had somehow figured out a secret that I hadn’t.

Now that I’m older, I’ve realized something beautiful.

The women I admired weren’t fearless.

They were simply willing to keep going.

Looking back, there are so many moments when I wish I could sit down with my younger self. I wish I could tell her that not every setback is a sign you’re on the wrong path. I wish I could tell her that some of the things that break your heart will also build your character.

I would tell her to stop worrying so much about timelines.

Life isn’t a race.

You don’t have to accomplish everything by a certain age. You don’t have to have every answer. You don’t have to prove your worth to anyone.

I would tell her that confidence isn’t something you wake up with one day.

It’s built every time you survive something you thought would break you.

Every challenge. Every disappointment. Every lesson.

They all become part of who you are.

The older I get, the more I understand that becoming isn’t about perfection.

It’s about growth.

It’s about learning when to hold on and when to let go.

It’s about becoming softer in some places and stronger in others.

It’s about creating a life that feels authentic instead of impressive.

Most of all, it’s about becoming the woman you once needed.

The woman who knows her worth.

The woman who trusts herself.

The woman who understands that her value was never determined by her appearance, her accomplishments, or other people’s opinions.

I’m proud of the woman I have become.

Because she’s not perfect.

She’s real.

And that’s more than enough.

😉 I hope everyone has an amazing weekend!

Love, Sarah Elizabeth 

Its late Thursday night & Im just laying in bed after an insanely busy week so far. 

I realize that I’m so strong, but I don’t have to  be strong on my own anymore, at the end of the night, I can take all my hats off, lay in bed , breathe and know that I finally don’t have to do it all… 

For a long time, I was built to be strong.

I was a mom raising my son, building my career, paying every bill, making every decision, and carrying every responsibility on my own shoulders. I learned how to survive. I learned how to hustle. I learned how to work harder than everyone around me. I became very successful. 

I built a thriving career . I bought my first , what was at the time my dream car—a Maserati—with money I earned myself. I created a life that I was proud of. Every accomplishment, every milestone, every victory came from years of determination, sacrifice. My son had the best life with so much love and opportunities.

Back then, strength meant independence.

It meant proving I could do it all.

And I did.

But what I didn’t realize was that somewhere along the way, I had become so comfortable carrying the weight of the world that I forgot how to put it down.

Then I met the man who would become my husband.

For the first time, I wasn’t being asked to rescue, fix, provide, or prove. Instead, I was challenged in a completely different way. I had to learn how to trust. How to lean on someone. How to allow myself to be loved.

Learning to step into my feminine energy wasn’t easy. When you’ve spent years in boss mode, softness feels unfamiliar. Vulnerability feels risky. Receiving feels harder than giving.

There were trials. There were growing pains. There were moments when old habits and old wounds surfaced. But through it all, I began to understand something profound:

Strength isn’t just about carrying everything alone.

Sometimes strength is allowing yourself to be supported.

Sometimes strength is opening your heart.

Sometimes strength is building a partnership instead of a fortress.

Today, my life looks very different than it did  years ago.

I have an incredible husband. An amazing teenage son who is growing into a young man I’m endlessly proud of. And six months ago, after multiple losses and countless prayers, we welcomed our miracle baby girl into the world.

The last year hasn’t been perfect. We navigated pregnancy after loss and how traumatic it can be , a colic newborn, ( I did not even know what this was until she was born. My son was an angel ) sleepless nights, postpartum challenges, and moments that tested me in ways I never expected. Even in the hardest moments, I never lost sight of how blessed I truly am.

Tonight, as I lay here, I think about my amazing family, my calm beautiful home, my career in plastic surgery, and this precious baby girl sleeping in my arms, and I realize something:

This is the life I once cried, prayed, and hoped for.

The woman who fought her way through life as a single mom deserves to be celebrated. She built the foundation. She created the opportunities. She refused to quit.

But the woman I am now has learned that life isn’t just about surviving.

It’s about living.

It’s about love.

It’s about gratitude.

It’s about finding joy in the ordinary moments and recognizing that sometimes the greatest success isn’t the car, the house, or the career.

Sometimes it’s simply sitting at the dinner table surrounded by the people you love and realizing you’ve finally found your way home.

And after years away, that’s exactly why I’m back.

Welcome back to Natural High 33.

“Step into your feminine energy”

Yours truly, 

Sarah Elizabeth 🦋🤍

Whoa… it’s been a few years.

It’s been a while since I last sat down to write here, and honestly, I wasn’t sure if I ever would again.

Life has a funny way of taking us exactly where we need to go, even when the path looks nothing like we imagined.

When I stepped away from Natural Highs 33, I was in a completely different chapter of my life. Since then, I’ve experienced some of the deepest heartbreaks and the greatest joys I’ve ever known.

I’ve found the love of my life and remarried. I’ve walked through loss, uncertainty, and multiple miscarriages that tested my faith, my strength, and my heart. And then, what felt impossible became possible: I welcomed my miracle baby into the world.

Today, I’m writing this from South Florida, in the home I once only dreamed about. My days are filled with the beautiful chaos of family life, baby giggles, coffee that gets reheated far too many times, my Full-time job & passion in plastic Surgery and a gratitude that runs deeper than I can put into words.

The truth is, the woman who started this blog years ago isn’t the same woman writing today.

I’ve learned that happiness isn’t perfection. It’s resilience. It’s finding joy after loss. It’s trusting that better days can exist even when you’re in the middle of the hardest ones.

Natural Highs 33 has always been a place to celebrate life, growth, wellness, and the moments that make us feel truly alive. Now, I have so much more to share.

This next chapter will be filled with motherhood, marriage, home life, beauty, wellness, personal growth, and all the lessons I’m learning along the way.

If you’ve been here since the beginning, thank you for sticking around.

And if you’re new here, welcome.

I’m so glad you’re here.

Here’s to new beginnings, second chances, answered prayers, and the unexpected beauty of life’s detours.

After all this time, it feels really good to be back.

— Sarah