$140, a U-Haul, and the Day My Life Began

This is the story of the day my life actually began — not when I was born, married, or divorced — but the day I packed a U-Haul with $140 and crossed state lines. I talk about grief, losing my dad, wearing the victim badge too long, and what it took to choose growth over fear. Twelve years later, I’m not rich — but I have clarity and calm. And that’s priceless.