From a very young age I was involved in theater, loved to belt a tune and dance in my living room. I'd wake up in the middle of the night to choreograph elaborate shows as I tried not to kick any furniture in the dark and wake anyone up. I loved being the center of attention and entertaining anyone who would watch.

I danced throughout high school, deciding to audition for a program at a college in Toronto when I graduated. My dad scoffed and rolled his eyes at first but he drove me 7 hours to that painfully awkward audition. I booked it as the youngest and least experienced student, a talent I inherited from my dad. I was a total underdog. Moving to Toronto at the age of 17 was one of the hardest things I've ever done but I had big dreams of becoming a triple threat. Many years later (fast forward through graduation, agencies, auditions, dance training and moving to Montreal), I landed a role in an American dance film franchise, Step Up and performed in the musical Mary Poppins with Just for Laughs, making my triple threat dreams come true.

The next important part of this story is my work with the mentally disabled. After returning from college, I followed in my mom's footsteps as a caregiver while dancing, training and performing whenever I could. While my dreams were still very real, I needed stable employment. At first, despite the real dangers caregivers face, I fell head over heels in love with my job. I loved helping different people do things differently. I was patient and curious. Needless to say, I eventually learned working with the mentally disabled was an incredibly demanding career in an under-budgeted service. As you may already know, most caregivers and teachers are over-worked and under-paid.

But I put my giant heart into everything I did. Whether I was at work handling crisis, training my butt off at the studio or being the girl anyone could count on. I didn't think my battery would ever run out but eventually, the exhaustion came and my battery died.

That was scary. I remember the confusion; nothing made sense. I was otherwise a happy, energetic woman enthralled with life. I didn't understand what was happening. I was sad all the time and I couldn't sleep. I didn't even know it was possible to feel that way but as it turns out, anyone can burn the candle at both ends.

Over the next few months, I worked on supporting myself with patience, love and kindness and I got to know myself a little better. I started listening to who I wanted to be. I saw a therapist and I had an excellent doctor. After my depression, I returned to work part time but knew more had to change (cue in my 9-month sabbatical when I auditioned, booked and performed in two different cities, singing and dancing in Mary Poppins). When I returned back to work, I also began my entrepreneurship journey of teaching dance to children, becoming a personal trainer and fitness instructor part-time; a balance between the two careers was a way to pay the bills that truly made me happy.

After 11 years of service, I quit my job.

And as I started my career as a dance teacher, personal trainer and group fitness instructor full time, I realized that my true calling was not only to get back on stage but to help people way beyond the physical.

I was in this place called life as I desired it and I knew I wanted to show others how they could live there too.

Until I took action and started putting myself first in a way I never had before I was drowning in a sea called 'everybody else's shit'.

I also began the journey of a 15-year, long overdue break-up with diet culture and began my journey of life coaching.

In conclusion, what's my jam?

Helping people realize they are the number one person in their lives.