March 2026
Looking Back
March was full. In the best way, and in the way that stretches you.
There was one day on my President’s Club trip that I keep coming back to, one of those days you wish you could bottle:
I woke up slowly, had my coffee in the sunshine, and went surfing (with Ronnie watching from the shore, which somehow made it even sweeter). We came back, had the kind of lunch you talk about later, sat by the pool, walked the beach, had massages, and ended the day with drinks with my team. At one point, I ran into my boss’s wife at the spa. And while that might not make everyone’s “perfect day” list, it made mine. Because that’s the thing about this season of life: I don’t just love what I’m building, I love the people in it. It’s not just about the work. It’s about the people behind the work. The ones who carry each other through the highs and lows of the year. And I felt it all, deeply.
But here’s the unspoken tension in my March: I spent three weeks away from home this month.
Three weeks away from my daughters. That’s not nothing.
And yet, those same weeks gave me something else: time with Ronnie, fully present, uninterrupted, not paid for, not squeezed in between responsibilities. A reset for our marriage. A reset for my nervous system. Space to think, to feel, to have the kinds of realizations you don’t get when you’re staring at a screen.
Two things can be true: You can miss your babies and be deeply grateful for the life you’ve built. You can feel stretched and feel lucky. And maybe that’s what March taught me most: not to rush past the good parts.
When I was home, the moments that mattered weren’t the big ones… It was bath time.
We’ve been doing one bath per kid instead of doubling them up, and it’s slower, less efficient—but more intentional. I get one-on-one time with each of them. Fully present. No rushing. No optimizing.
Old me would have tried to make it faster. This version of me is learning to make it fuller.
March was also my birthday month. And somewhere between the travel, the storytelling, the laughter, and the quiet moments, I had this realization:
I’ve lived a really good life.
I can’t believe all that I’ve accomplished, done, experienced and enjoyed in the years since I left my parent’s house (~15 years ago!), and I feel so excited for the next 15.
Not in a striving way. Not in a “what’s next?” way. But in a I’m already in it kind of way.
So if I had to distill March into a recipe, it would be this that I am borrowing from Dr Elisa Goldstein’s new book Tiny Shifts: SAVOR.
Spot the good moment
Acknowledge it
Vitalize it (pause, breathe it in)
Own it as part of your life
Reinforce it so it stays with you
Life is good. Now.
Looking Ahead
As I head into April, I’m craving a different kind of fullness, feet on the ground, slower mornings, time with my girls as we step into spring, our new dock, our new boat, our new warm-weather-with-two kiddos rhythms.
And yes, even a few quiet nights alone when Ronnie’s traveling, time to come back to myself in the stillness.
Favorite Discoveries of the Month
From My Camera Roll
