About Michele

I started taking singing lessons at 14. Studied privately with vocal coaches until I was 32. Earned my degree in Mass Communications with a Theatre and Vocal minor. I was in theatre productions, a solo artist, a backup singer, a demo singer, a lead singer in a band, and a vocal coach for 19 years. While I was building my singing career, I was also building my music industry career alongside it. I got a post graduate certification in General Practice Law as a paralegal because it satisfied everyone else's goals for me. They wanted me to be a lawyer. I compromised and got halfway there. I ended up working as a Contracts Specialist in the legal departments at BMI, Warner Bros., Gibson Guitar, Baldwin Piano. Managing artist endorsement deals. Living both sides of that equation at the same time, in the same body, for 12 years.

Then, in May of 2010, a flood hit Nashville that they said only happens once every thousand years. Over a hundred thousand people were affected. Our home was destroyed, and it would take more than a year to rebuild it.

Rebuilding a house requires money, and my music industry job wasn't going to provide enough of it. So I made the practical choice. I left and took a job in healthcare that could fund the rebuild. Because healthcare was where the money was at… and I traded my beliefs for it…

If you've ever made the "practical" choice, taken the job that pays instead of the one that's actually yours, you already know exactly what that trade costs, even when it's the right call in the moment.

And when the rebuild was over, I didn't go back. Not because I chose to stay, but because I hadn't yet realized I'd left myself behind. That awareness came later, slowly, the way those things do. In the growing wrongness. In the office politics. In the moments I'd speak truth about something and be told to be quiet and stop causing trouble.

I had abandoned myself so gradually that I didn't even notice... until it got so painful that I did.

But before that awareness fully arrived, the flood had already cracked something open in me. With four feet of water in my home and everything stripped back to what mattered, I found my way back to the manifesting work I'd always known. I started listening again to the voice I'd been told to quiet in those first moments as I saw the water start to envelop my home. I manifested the last hotel room that was pet friendly at the first hotel we could get to in the weather. I manifested an apartment less than a mile from our home that was pet friendly and I could easily afford even with the mortgage payments, utilities and basically paying for two households during the year long rebuild. I manifested thousands of dollars to fund the rebuild and manifested deeper relationships with every person I knew in those moments.

When we moved back in… I tried to go back to "normal." I just couldn't. Normal didn't fit anymore.

So in 2016, while still working full time in the legal department of a healthcare company, I went back to school for my coaching certification. I was doing it all at once, the corporate job, the coursework, the clinical hours, and on the last day of my classes, my employer called. I had the PTO. I had every right to be where I was. They told me that if I didn't come in, I wouldn't get paid.

I said: I understand, and I'll take the unpaid day. I chose me and my calling.

Within a month I finished my clinical hours and received my certification. The founder of the school told me no one she'd ever worked with had certified that fast.

I got my certificate and hung out my coaching shingle.

I manifested a new job at a different healthcare company that came with a $10K raise out of the blue, they called me, that August, and for two more years I lived both lives at once, corporate job by day, coaching and teaching manifesting on the side, crystals on my desk and a soul that was done shrinking. But the dissonance between who I was in that office and who I knew myself to be had become impossible to live in. I could not keep going against my own truth. I could not keep choosing the job over my integrity. And when the moment came that made that undeniable, I was done.

Thirty days later, I resigned.

I had a plan. I had a coach. I had been doing the inner work, healing things, reconnecting with my own voice, rebuilding the self-trust I'd slowly handed over to other people's dreams through jobs that were never going to honor it. I had already been coaching and teaching manifesting on the side, and I knew... I knew... I could do this.

So I leaped. And I haven't looked back since.

I know what it's like to leap without a guarantee it'll work. I also know what it's like to keep leaping, and keep being met, right person, right door, right moment, because that's what actually happens once you understand how manifesting works.

In my first year I manifested:

• new clients
• a weekly reader position at my favorite local metaphysical shop
• paid off my dream car TWO YEARS EARLY! I had never paid a car off early in my life working for "the man"
• publishing my first book on manifesting
• and so much more since then…

Here's what I know after all of it:

The thing that keeps you stuck isn't a strategy problem. It isn't a skill problem or a timing problem or a money problem. It's how you lose yourself over time, so gradually that you don't even know it's happening. Until one day you wake up and wonder how you got here. And the fear of not knowing how on earth you find your way back.

It's the fear and self abandonment we convince ourselves is necessary, to fit in, to keep the peace, to do the things we think we have to do. And from the outside everything can look perfect and why would we not be happy? The good job. The benefits. The three bedroom house in the right zip code with the two German cars in the driveway. And you go home at night and stare at the ceiling fan or pour yourself another glass of wine and wonder what your escape plan is. And then the paycheck hits and you push it all back down for another two weeks.

After a while you start to realize the pain of staying where you are outweighs the fear of leaving the stability. And something in you knows you were meant to listen to that still small voice that's been silenced for too long, because there is something more inspiring for you out there. And this sure as heck ain't it.

But here's what I know: there was never anything wrong with you. The voice that got shut down? It's still there. The knowing that got buried? It's still there. You didn't lose any of it. You just became disconnected from it.

I know because I lived it, and once I knew how, I manifested an entirely new life for myself.