Champagne Dreams and Caviar Wishes 🥂

Egh…

There is something quietly powerful about healing.

Not the dramatic kind—the kind that announces itself—but the steady, intentional kind that happens when a woman decides she is done surviving and ready to live well.

After surgery. After an ankle replacement. After years of learning how to be strong in rooms that required grit more than glamour, I am finally standing at the edge of what comes next. And for the first time in a long time, my dreams feel light, elegant, and expansive.

This new ankle isn’t just a medical milestone.

It’s permission.

Permission to imagine a life that feels elevated, not rushed.

Soft, not strained.

Luxurious, not loud.

By 2026, I don’t just want to be healed—I want to be thriving.

I picture mornings that begin without pain dictating the agenda. Coffee enjoyed slowly. Movement chosen for pleasure, not necessity. A body that feels like home again. A woman who trusts herself enough to walk confidently into whatever room she chooses.

And that’s the thing about women—we wear many suits.

Some days, we’re in tailored blazers, commanding boardrooms and building empires. Other days, we’re in sneakers, doing the real work of endurance and resilience. And then there are the nights we slip into silk, champagne in hand, reminding the world—and ourselves—that softness is not weakness. It’s power with polish.

By 2026, I see myself wearing all of them.

• The Healing Suit: honoring my body, listening to it, moving with gratitude instead of frustration.

• The Power Suit: expanding my brand, my businesses, my voice—turning lived experience into legacy.

• The Travel Suit: passports stamped, sunsets chased, adventures chosen because I can.

• The Celebration Suit: stilettos when I want them, barefoot when I don’t—always walking in my truth.

Champagne dreams aren’t about excess.

Caviar wishes aren’t about status.

They’re about knowing you deserve refinement after the rough chapters.

They’re about choosing a life that feels intentional, beautiful, and earned.

By the time 2026 arrives, I want to raise my glass not just to recovery—but to reinvention. To the woman who learned she didn’t have to choose between strength and elegance. To the truth that we are allowed to want more, feel more, and live more—without apology.

Here’s to healing that leads to elevation.

Here’s to women who wear many suits—and wear them well. 🥂✨