​This page is long overdue.
 

Not because the story hasn’t mattered—but because it needed time. Time to mature. Time to be held gently. Time to be told with honesty, clarity, and grace.
 

MAYBE ME NOW began as a creative writing blog—a place where words could stretch their legs, where thoughts were allowed to breathe, and stories were given room to unfold without being rushed into conclusions.
 

It started as a collaboration between two friends, both navigating life, purpose, and creativity through writing. In that season, this space held curiosity, exploration, and shared expression. But as all journeys do, ours shifted.
 

As growth pulled us in different directions, my friend chose to step away from this shared platform.
 

That moment mattered more than it might appear on the surface. It required a pause. A letting go. And a willingness to sit with uncertainty rather than forcing the next chapter into being.
 

So I did something unfamiliar—I let the page rest.
 

For nearly eight months, MAYBE ME NOW remained untouched. Not abandoned. Not forgotten. Simply quiet. Because before moving forward, I needed to understand why this space existed at all.
 

During that time, I prayed. I reflected. I listened. And slowly, the purpose revealed itself—not as something entirely new, but as something deeper and more rooted than before.
 

This platform was never meant to be only about creative writing.

It was always meant to be about growth.

About becoming.
 

About the quiet, often unseen work God does in us when we are willing to pay attention.
 

As that clarity settled, I made intentional decisions—removing pieces that no longer aligned with this refined vision and preserving the words that came from my own walk, my own wrestles, my own healing. This wasn’t about erasing the past, but about honouring truth, integrity, and the voice that remains.
 

Because this story—my story—has been shaped through seasons of deep physical and spiritual trial.
 

It includes my journey of healing from a debilitating autoimmune condition—a season where my body felt like it had turned against me, where surgery became a necessary step toward restoration, and where “getting better” was not a straight line, but a slow, humbling process of learning patience and trust.
 

It includes the comeback that followed.

The rebuilding.

The growth.
 

And also the moment of hitting rock bottom—when my body was so broken down that walking was difficult and breathing felt like effort, when strength felt like a distant memory and hope had to be chosen daily, sometimes moment by moment.
 

Yet even there, grace was present.
 

From that place of fragility, God began to rebuild more than just physical strength. He rebuilt vision.
 

That rebuilding carried me into one of my lifelong dreams—travelling the world aboard a cruise ship, stepping into places many people overlook or forget. Places that taught me perspective, humility, gratitude, and the beauty of seeing life through wider lenses. That season reminded me that brokenness does not cancel dreams—it refines them.
 

And then came the most recent chapter.

The journey I never planned for.

The journey of cancer.

A season marked by healing and frustration, by waiting and wrestling, by moments of deep exhaustion and unexpected growth. A journey that continues to teach me surrender, resilience, and what it truly means to live fully present—even when the future feels uncertain.
 

From here forward, MAYBE ME NOW is both a creative space and a spiritual one.
 

It is where I share what God reveals to me in the ordinary moments of life—the ones we often overlook—and in the extraordinary moments that leave us changed. It is where faith meets lived experience, and where words are used not to impress, but to illuminate.
 

As a coach, this is also where I step away from the formalities of the fitness industry. Here, I speak about the deeper journey—the lessons that don’t show up on progress charts, the growth that can’t be measured in reps, kilometres, or finish lines.

Because we are not just bodies.

We are whole beings—body, soul, and spirit.

And like plants, we need daily watering to grow.
 

That water comes in many forms: scripture, reflection, encouragement, stillness, truth, and the simple but powerful act of being seen and known.
 

This platform exists to offer that water—
one post,
one truth,
one moment at a time.

I have a story to tell.
A story of grace.
Of healing.
Of frustration and growth.
Of learning to rise—again and again—without denying how far I’ve fallen.

But stories like this are never told in a single sentence or captured in one neat blog post.

They are layered. They unfold slowly. They are testimonies woven together over time.

So this is where I share mine—piece by piece.
 

Welcome to MAYBE ME NOW.
A space for Grace.
For Growth.
For Healing.
For Love.

You are welcome here.

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