I’ve launched multiple businesses from photography to construction and flipping. Learning the highs, lows, and lessons of building something on my own.

Soaring above the rocky desert at Skull Canyon, I faced thrills, laughter, and freedom on my first zipline adventure with my aunt and uncle

I crossed off my bucket list by riding a camel in Jordan, explored Petra, rode a mule down ancient steps, and dune bashed through the desert.

White water rafting in Bali’s lush jungle felt like magic. Towering trees, icy waterfalls, and adrenaline-fueled adventure down the river.

The Day I Took a Safari on Four Wheels! My Drive-thru zoo experience. Nothing says “vacation detour” like pulling off a back road in West Virginia because someone (okay, me) saw a sign that said Drive-Thru Safari   Zoo and yelled, “Turn here! We’re doing this!” No time to research, no time to mentally prepare, just a dusty trail, a bag of animal feed, and a car full of very questionable confidence., From the moment we rolled through the gates, it was clear: we were on their

Then I saw it—the mechanical bull. The dare that could buck back. It sat there in the middle of the room like a challenge waiting for me, quietly mocking anyone brave or dumb to even enough to try.

I crossed “hot air balloon ride” off my bucket list in Napa. This wasn’t a thrill-seeking adventure. It wasn’t about adrenaline or speed. It was about slowness, softness, surrender.

Skydiving didn’t magically make me braver in every aspect of life. But it did remind me that sometimes, the scariest moment is just the step forward.

Two blindfolds, One table full of mystery, and Zero clue what we were eating. This wasn’t just any dinner date—it was a full sensory plunge. Dining blindfolded was a thrill!

Pole dancing didn’t just challenge my body—it dared me to redefine what confidence looks like. And it’s not about the perfect spin or the sexiest strut. It’s about reclaiming movement, desire, and space without apology.

So no, dune bashing wasn’t what I expected. It was wild. It was dusty. It was sweaty and sandy and so much fun it made my face hurt from smiling. And that dinner under the stars? Magic.

I signed up for Level 2 improv at Improv-LA because, why not? 

I crossed it when I ordered a cup of kopi luwak, better known (unfortunately) as cat-poo-cino, I liked to call it CRAP-achino.

I conquered one of my weirdest, most specific fears, scuba diving. I now have an official card that says I’m legally allowed to hang out with sea creatures below 30 feet.

Welcome to SeaTrek in Aruba, where the helmet is heavy, the fish are glorious, and the selfies are iconic.

Parasailing in Cabo San Lucas was the kind of bucket list thrill I’d been dreaming of — soaring above crystal-clear waters with nothing but ocean breeze and a parachute keeping me afloat. While my mom’s panic over a swarm of hammerhead sharks cut our first flight short, I went up again solo, floating high above the sea in pure, unforgettable freedom.