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 🦋🤍