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"Have as many metaphorical funerals as needed to mourn what was lost, what should’ve been, or what will never be.

But after the funeral?

Pick up your thing.

Your voice.

Your gift.

That quiet tug in your spirit that won’t let you rest."

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I was watching America’s Got Talent the other night, minding my own business and letting the TV watch me… when a woman stepped on that stage and cracked my chest wide open.

She shared that she and her babies were homeless after a divorce. Not like “we had to move in with family” homeless… I’m talking sleeping-in-the-car homeless. She said she would sing in clubs and lounges to scrape up enough to survive. She entered a singing competition, won, and the prize money helped her get a place for her and her children.

Then she opened her mouth and sang. And well... let me tell you something: she had pipes. She sang like she had been carrying every note inside her lungs for years... like every lyric was a plea, a praise, and a prayer. She sang like her life depended on it.

And that’s when it hit me: Even when everything is gone, you still got something.

Let me say that again for the folks in the back... especially the ones in the fetal position with life sitting on their chest:

👏��You. 👏🏾Still. 👏🏾Got. 👏🏾Something.

It might not feel like much. Hell, it might not look like much. It might be that one thing you brush off because it “ain’t paying no bills”… yet. But don’t get it twisted. That thing might just be the very thing that gets you outta the ditch.

For her, it was her voice.

For you? It might be your way with words.

Your sense of humor.

Your ability to stay calm when the world is on fire.

The way you comfort folks without even trying.

Your stubborn hope.

Your don’t-ask-me-how-I-always-bounce-back resilience.

Look... I’m not here to tell you to slap a smile on and fake it ‘til you make it. Nah. Be mad. Be pissed. Ugly cry in the shower. Cuss in the car. Cancel the day and grieve. Do what you gotta do.

Have as many metaphorical funerals as needed to mourn what was lost, what should’ve been, or what will never be.

But after the funeral?

Pick up your thing.

Your voice.

Your gift.

That quiet tug in your spirit that won’t let you rest.

Find the part of you that life can’t snatch. That “Not today, Satan” kind of energy.

Because hear me:

The situation might not shift overnight. But it will shift.

And the only thing you have control over?

Whether that shift strengthens you or swallows you.

I know what I’m hoping for.

I’m hoping that your name is being spoken in rooms you don’t even know exist yet.

I’m hoping that what you’re seeking is already out there... checking its watch, waiting on you to show up.

I’m hoping that you remember: you still got something.

Now… go find it. And use it.

The world’s been waiting.

Ready to find your “thing”?

Let’s unfold it together. I coach moms and women from all walks of life through hard seasons, healing seasons, and “who am I now?” seasons.

✨ Book a 1:1 session or sign up for the upcoming newsletter by emailing me at Unfold.Coach@gmail.com.

We out here healing and hoping and unfolding naturally.

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"I work with mamas from all walks... the ones who cry in the car, the ones who rock it in meetings then forget the school project, the new moms, the 'I didn't sign up for all this' moms, and the ones rediscovering themselves after years of being everything for everybody else."

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“You Good, Mama? 7 Reasons Every Mom Needs a Life Coach (Yes, Even You With the Color-Coded Calendar)”

Listen. Motherhood is a full-body, full-soul experience. It’ll stretch you, bless you, humble you, and have you questioning your entire life over a cold cup of coffee.

Whether you're rocking a bonnet at preschool drop-off, juggling three jobs and a toddler with snack demands, or staring at an empty nest like “So now what?” ... one thing's for sure:

You deserve support. Real, intentional, personalized support.

Here’s why coaching might be your next best move (and no, it’s not just for “those” moms on IG with matching outfits and chore charts):

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1. You keep pouring from your cup, and now it’s just... vibes.

You’re the chef, chauffeur, counselor, and unofficial family detective. But who’s checking in on you? A coach helps you refill your cup before you hit that crispy, well-done burnout.

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2. You’re starting to forget what your own dreams smell like.

Between PTA meetings, dinner requests, and everyone needing something... you’ve put yourself so far on the back burner, you’re basically steam. A coach helps you re-center you... your voice, your goals, your joy.

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3. Your to-do list is longer than a CVS receipt.

Sis. You’re ambitious and exhausted. You’ve got ideas, but no bandwidth. A life coach helps you break it down, prioritize, and actually move... not just plan.

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4. Your group chat is therapy-adjacent, but sometimes you need a pro.

Yes, the group chat is sacred. But when your inner critic gets loud or you’re stuck in a cycle, you need someone trained to help you unpack and rebuild... without sending you a “You got this, boo!” meme (though we love those too).

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5. Life is life-ing.

Maybe it’s a breakup. A move. A job change. Hormones. Big “What now?” energy. Coaching gives you tools to navigate transitions instead of spiraling or just surviving on autopilot.

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6. You want peace. Not perfection.

You’re tired of trying to be “that mom.” You want to feel grounded, present, and less like you're in a constant game of emotional Whac-A-Mole. Coaching helps you slow down and breathe... deeply and on purpose.

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7. Because you deserve support, joy, and rest.

Read that again. You don’t have to be falling apart to ask for help. Coaching isn’t a rescue... it’s a reclaiming. Of your time, your clarity, your power.

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At Unfold Naturally, I work with mamas from all walks... the ones who cry in the car, the ones who rock it in meetings then forget the school project, the new moms, the “I didn’t sign up for all this” moms, and the ones rediscovering themselves after years of being everything for everybody else.

You’re not behind. You’re exactly where you need to be.

Let’s talk. I’m here when you’re ready to stop holding it all alone.

Email me directly at Unfold.Coach@gmail.com to set up your free 20 minute strategy session.

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"You don't owe anyone a 'maybe' when your soul is screaming 'no'."

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There’s No Such Thing As “Hell Maybe!"

When was the last time you agreed to something... or someone... and your answer was a big ol’ “Hell maybe”?

Think about it. Has that ever rolled off your tongue with conviction? Probably not. Because "Hell maybe" is the language of limbo, and baby, we are done living there.

We’ve all been there: saying “yes” when we mean “I’m already tired,” or “sure” when what we really want is a nap and some peace. Maybe it was a birthday dinner you didn’t have the energy for. Maybe it was a work thing, a family thing, or a favor you didn’t want to give. And you knew it wasn’t a “Hell yes!”... but you didn’t have the guts—or grace—for a “Hell no!”

Here’s the truth: your body knows. Your spirit always knows.

So why do we still say yes to things that drain us?

Because we’re taught to prioritize politeness over peace. We don’t want to disappoint people, hurt feelings, or rock the boat. But let me remind you: you are not responsible for someone else’s comfort at the cost of your own truth.

Living in the “maybe” zone creates resentment, burnout, and self-betrayal. And mama, that’s too high a price to pay for an RSVP.

It’s time to take back your Hell yes! and Hell no!

Not because life is black-and-white, but because you need clarity. You need boundaries. And you deserve joy.

When your heart says yes, let your whole self echo it. When your body says no, listen the first time.

It’s not harsh. It’s honest.

And if we are keeping it a buck... people might get mad when you stop being convenient. But that’s their work to do. Not yours.

You don’t owe anyone a “maybe” when your soul is screaming no.

So the next time someone offers you something... an event, an opportunity, an obligation... pause and check in:

Is this a Hell yes?

If not?

You already know what it is.

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You Are What You Refuse to Abandon

I was sitting in therapy... minding my grown business... talking about my life, my mess, and the specific feelings I had about everything I was going through.

Then my therapist had the nerve, the audacity, the unmitigated gall to look me in the face and say:

"Everyone in your life made a choice. Even you. You made a choice to stay."

I blinked in three different languages.

Because excuse me?

How is me getting dragged into motherhood, bills, PTA meetings, and coughing into my elbow during a kindergarten play... a choice?

I did not choose motherhood. Motherhood chose me.

It showed up like that friend who "just needs a place to crash for a few days" and then six years later, she's still there, reorganizing your Tupperware drawer and drinking the last of the Mint Limeade kombucha.

But then my therapist said something that hit different:

"The situation you didn’t abandon is what made you a mother."

Oof.

Every 3AM feeding, every parent-teacher conference where I had to pretend I knew what "number sense" meant, every band/orchestra performance where I clapped like my child was the first chair even if they air played every song…

Those were all choices I made.

I chose to stay.

I chose to build.

I chose to endure.

And somewhere in all of that, I became a mother. Not because I birthed a child... but because I showed up. Over and over again. I refused to abandon what mattered.

So this is my challenge to all the moms... yes, YOU, whether your baby is a newborn or just got hooded in a graduation gown:

You are what you refuse to abandon.

That dream you’ve been quietly watering?

That business idea you keep writing sticky notes about?

That novel half-written in the Notes app?

That yoga certification, bakery, podcast, nonprofit?

Don’t give up on it.

Don’t toss it because the progress isn’t "catapult-esque." (Yes, that’s a word now.)

Your power isn’t just in what you say. It’s in what you build, what you endure, and what you refuse to walk away from.

So, say it with me:

"I am that."

The author. The CEO. The legacy builder.

And also, yes… the mom who has memorized every episode of Bluey.

You are that.

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"So say it with me: 'I am that.' The author. The CEO. The legacy builder."

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"Here’s the truth: You were worthy the moment you opened your eyes."

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 I’m Not “Just a Mom”… and I Ain’t Explaining My Worth Anymore

Let’s get straight to it:

"The moment you stopped explaining your worth, is the moment you reclaimed it."

Yeah, go ahead...

Read it again.

Some of us have been out here tap dancing for validation like we’re auditioning for the Worthiness Olympics. And baby, ain’t no medals coming.

Let’s talk about this little trap we fall into... especially as mothers. Somewhere between wiping booties, cutting the crust off sandwiches, sitting in the carpool line, and hunting down the ONE purple folder they need on a Thursday... we vanish.

We go from whole, grown, multidimensional women to “Oh, I’m just a mom.”

JUST. A. MOM.

Excuse me? Did I just reduce the divine experience of raising humans to a side note on my résumé?

And don’t get me started on how we introduce ourselves. “I’m Jordan’s mom.” “I’m Mikayla’s mom.” Ma’am… where is your name? Do you even remember it? Blink twice if you need help.

Some of us have been in the mom game so long we don’t even know how to have a conversation that doesn’t involve a school lunch menu, college applications, or somebody’s busted TikTok dance. The kids are grown, sis! They’re off living their lives, building their identity... while ours got lost somewhere between Little League and PTA meetings.

Let me say this loud and clear for the women in the back who haven’t heard themselves lately:

Your worth has NEVER been tied to your ability to have children.

That’s biology. Not identity. And certainly not destiny.

Becoming a mom didn’t reduce your value... it just added a new dimension to the magic that is YOU. You didn’t become someone else. You just temporarily misplaced your damn self. It happens. Life be lifin’.

But now? Now it’s time to stop explaining your worth like it’s up for negotiation. You do NOT have to convince people that you're valuable because you raised decent humans or mastered the art of surviving on 45-minute power naps, Cherry Lime Alani, and athleisure wear. That is not a currency. That is a survival tactic.

And no, your worth doesn’t go up if you were “room mom” for three different kids… at three different schools… in the same damn week. That’s burnout, boo. Not a badge of honor.

Here’s the real truth:

You were worthy the moment you opened your eyes.

You were worthy when you forgot the class snack.

You were worthy when you crushed your goals.

You were worthy when you dropped every single ball.

You were worthy when you felt lost.

You are worthy even when you’re doing nothing at all.

Wake up worthy.

Make mistakes worthy.

Sleep all day worthy.

Dream big worthy.

Try again worthy.

Stop explaining it. Stop performing it. Stop trying to prove it.

You are already enough.

And if somebody needs that explained to them?

They’re not your people.

You don’t need to explain your worth to anyone. Especially not to yourself.

You are not “just” anything.

You are a full, beautiful, powerful, flawed, evolving, still-got-it woman.

So reclaim your name. Reclaim your peace. Reclaim your time.

And most importantly... reclaim your damn worth.

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"Your everyday moments... the messy, beautiful, real-life stuff... that's your brand..."

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YOU are your business

A gentle reminder for moms doing life with heart...

Here’s something we don’t say enough: You don’t need to be anyone other than who you already are to make an impact.

Whether you’re building a business, running a household, or simply trying to remember what day it is... how you show up matters. And at Unfold Naturally, I believe your greatest asset isn’t your logo, your tagline, or your follower count.

It’s you.

Your Face Is Your Logo

Your face tells a story. Not the filtered, polished version... but the real one. The smile lines from years of laughter, the tired eyes from showing up day after day, the glow that sneaks in when you’re talking about something you love.

You don’t need a professional headshot to represent your brand. Just your face... honest, kind, and human. That’s your logo. And it’s enough.

Your Personality Is Your Business Card

Ever meet someone and instantly feel at ease? That’s not their resume talking... it’s their presence.

Your sense of humor, your way of listening, the little quirks that make you, you... those are the things people remember. You don’t need the perfect pitch. You just need to let your real self shine through. That’s your connection point.

The Experience With You Is Your Trademark

People may forget what you said, but they won’t forget how you made them feel. That’s your true trademark.

Whether it’s how you encourage a friend, coach a client, or show up for your family... you’re creating a ripple with every interaction. That feeling people get from being around you? That’s what they come back for.

Your Life Is Your Business

This isn’t about being “on” all the time. It’s about realizing that the way you live... how you love, grow, set boundaries, speak up, rest, and rise again... is the message. You’re not separate from your purpose. You are your purpose.

At Unfold Naturally, I say it like this: You’re not here to force anything. You’re here to unfold into who you already are.

Your everyday moments... the messy, beautiful, real-life stuff... that’s your brand. Not something outside of you. Not something you need to build from scratch. Just something you get to live into, day by day.

So take a breath. You don’t need to try so hard.

You don’t need to do it all.

You just need to be here—fully, honestly, you.

Your life is your business. And you’re doing better than you think.

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GROW WHERE YOU ARE PLANTED

Let’s just go ahead and rip the band-aid off: most of us were not planted in pristine, well-manicured gardens with filtered sunlight and a gentle breeze carrying affirmations and generational wealth through the air.

Nah. Some of us popped up like dandelions in the cracks of concrete, barely getting any sun, fighting for space, and dodging sneakers and lawnmowers. Some of us were born into chaos, confusion, or just plain complicated—and still had the nerve to bloom anyway. Because what choice did we really have?

We don’t get to choose where we’re planted. That part was decided for us before we even knew how to spell our own names. Some of us entered this world with baby showers and matching onesies, others were met with side-eyes and “Well, I guess I’m keeping it.” Some of us had the family unit we dreamed of, and some of us had a family we’re still trying to heal from.

And then we grew up and tried to do this motherhood thing... some of us with a Pinterest board and a birth plan, and others with a dollar store pregnancy test, a quick prayer, and a nervous phone call. Either way, here we are.

Some of us have done this thing solo... just you and your kid(s) against the world, learning as you go. Others had a village, or at least a couple of solid bonus parents who held it down. And listen, if you had it easy, that’s beautiful. Truly. But many of us had to bounce back so often we started answering to “Timex” (because yes, we take a lickin’ and keep on tickin’).

The truth is... motherhood, life, all of it... rarely shows up under perfect circumstances. But the world still expects us to show up perfectly. Smile. Keep going. Don't complain. Make it look good. Bloom, sis.

But how do you grow when you feel like the soil is dry, the sunlight is spotty, and the gardeners (aka your support system) are MIA?

You water your damn self.

You speak kindly to yourself... because words are seeds too.

You feed yourself... literally and spiritually.

You make the most out of the messy middle you were planted in.

And you remind yourself that growth is not just about where you started... it’s about how you keep going.

So maybe you weren’t planted in ideal conditions. Maybe your roots had to twist and stretch through trauma, single parenting, burnout, and a whole lotta “this was not in the plan.” But look at you now. Still here. Still growing. Still learning.

You are not broken. You are unfolding.

And that, my love, is the most beautiful kind of bloom.

From one wildflower in the cracks to another... we will continue to Unfold Naturally

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"You water your damn self. You speak kindly to yourself... because words are seeds too."

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The Unfolding

A gentle reminder for moms everywhere

Let’s be real—life as a mom rarely goes as planned. Whether you’re rocking a baby to sleep, navigating teenage mood swings, or adjusting to an empty nest, one thing’s for sure: this journey is always changing. And that’s okay. Because you’re not meant to have it all figured out. You’re meant to unfold.

I believe your purpose isn’t some big, dramatic moment or fancy title. It’s wherever you are, right now, unfolding in the thick of everyday life—snacks on the floor, missed appointments, quiet car rides, and all.

Grow Where You’re Planted

Sometimes we find ourselves waiting for the “perfect time” to start something meaningful—when the kids are older, when life calms down, when we have more energy. But life doesn’t wait. It whispers: Start here. Grow here. Even if it’s messy, even if it’s just five minutes a day for you. That’s enough. You’re enough.

Your Purpose Can Change (and That’s a Good Thing)

Let go of the idea that your purpose is a one-time discovery. You’re not the same woman you were five years ago, and that’s beautiful. Your purpose can shift as you do—because you’re still learning, still becoming. Your purpose is dynamic, not static and that’s what makes life rich and real.

It’s About Alignment, Not Perfection

You don’t need to do it all or be it all. What matters most is alignment. That feeling when your choices reflect who you truly are—when your yes actually means yes, and your no comes with peace. When you start living from that place, life feels more like you, even if everything isn’t perfect.

The Wishing Well Mentality

Here’s a little mindset trick that’s changed everything for me: the wishing well mentality. Think of something you want—peace, joy, direction. Picture yourself making the wish, tossing the coin... and walking away.

Yep. Walk away.

Let it go. Trust that it’s heard. Your job isn’t to hover over it or stress about the outcome. Your job is to stay open, keep showing up, and let the rest unfold.

You’re Already Doing It

If no one’s told you lately—you’re doing better than you think. The way you love, care, try again (and again)—that is purpose. That is unfolding. You don’t have to chase anything. Just keep leaning into who you are becoming.

So take a breath. Give yourself some credit and let life unfold… naturally.

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Hi, I'm Jess. Mom of four grown humans. Made all the mistakes. Survived 'em. Didn't always have grace... but I always showed up. I'm not here to sell you brand. I am here to help you unpack, unlearn, and Unfold... Naturally.

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So, About Me (Since You’re Here)

Hey there.

I'm Jessikah... but you can call me Jess.

Now, full transparency: I didn’t like being called Jess for a long time. It felt like a shortcut, like I was being trimmed down to fit someone else’s convenience.

But when I re-entered the workforce in 2018, people just… started calling me Jess. And eventually, I stopped correcting them.

Turns out, Jess works just fine.

I’m a mom of four—two boys, two girls, all grown now.

That’s right. I raised four humans into adulthood, mostly solo, sometimes partnered, and occasionally by sheer will and bribing myself with the occasional grocery store impulse candy bar.

Let’s keep it real: I have not always handled life’s chaos with a polished smile and a color-coded planner.

Some days, I wanted to hand life back like, “I’m good, thanks.”

There were seasons where I was sure I was failing... because I thought what I was doing as a mother was just basic.

Turns out, being present, consistent, and loving? That’s not basic. That’s bada**.

I became a mom at 20.

No blueprint.

No big village.

Just a lot of instinct, prayer, and trial-by-fire.

And I’ve made every kind of mistake a mom can make. But I’ve also learned, persisted, and grown—personally and professionally.

I've taken the time to get certified as a life coach, dived into mindset work, and studied what it means to truly support women... especially mothers... in finding their next chapter.

Now, I’m not here to pitch you some luxury retreat with cucumber water and vision boards (unless that’s your thing—no judgment).

I’m here to be real. To be the person in your corner when you're trying to remember who you were before motherhood... and who you still want to become.

Because listen:

You have dreams.

You have stuff to unpack.

You have goals that got dusty while raising tiny humans.

You have a right to unfold—at your pace, in your way, naturally.

And when you’re ready to talk about it, I’m right here.

Unfold.Coach@gmail.com

Let’s do this together.

Let’s Unfold… Naturally.