The Art of Choosing

I spent the better part of the last year on pause.

In limbo.
Waiting.
Not holding much foresight or certainty about what was coming next.

I turned everything upside down.

And if you’ve been here—reading, watching, paying attention—you’ve witnessed it in real time. Snippets of transition. Pieces of truth. Moments that weren’t curated, polished, or explained away.

But this wasn’t just a divorce.

It was a re-identification.
A deep truth-seeking.
A stripping back to alignment and clarity.

It was dropping the playbook completely—without rushing to pick up a new one.
No replacing one truth with another.
No forcing meaning.
No grasping for certainty.

It was the art of allowing.
Allowing life to happen to me and for me.

For most of the last year, I didn’t market myself or my coaching business the way I once had. I floated with the clients I already had—repeat work, word of mouth, organic growth. And in that space, I chose to honor the season I was in.

I took the pressure off.
Off myself.
Off the systems.
Off the expectations.

I let the ball drop.

No perfectly scheduled emails.
No constant posting.
No pushing just to be seen.

I stepped away from the masculine way I had been running my business and made a radical decision:
I would only work when it felt right.

I would only post, email, record, or speak when it felt like not doing it would be a disservice—to you and to me.

I wanted my business to flow in the feminine.
I wanted you to feel me—because for the first time, I could actually feel myself.

I allowed this season to shape me.

And what I realized surprised me.

I am not choosing how I coach or what kind of coach I am.

I am choosing me.

That phrase has been a tagline for years now—but this time, it went deeper.

What I learned in 2025 was this:
Who is Karissa—really?

What is the frequency?
The vibe?
The truth beneath the roles?

And the answer was simple and confronting all at once.

I am just… me.

And because I am me, I am a coach.
Because Karissa is a coach, she is a lover of life, nature, freedom, expression, creativity, reinvention, alignment, clarity—and above all else, authenticity and truth.

What I learned is this:

You don’t decide what you do or how you do it first.
You decide who you are.

From there, everything unfolds.

As I stopped trying to control my life, life began to mirror ease and flow back to me. Slowly at first. Then faster. Louder. Clearer.

It started with self-image.
Then self-love.
Then relationships.
And now—business.

I began to see how powerful I truly am as a co-creator when I stopped clinging to a vision and started asking, “Show me.”

I paid attention to how I felt.
I honored every stage I was in—anger, fear, doubt, lack.
I sat with each moment and let it exist as a teacher.

What could anger teach me?
What was fear asking me to see?

My emotions became mirrors.
My life became the classroom.

And here’s the wild part:

As unpaid bills showed up.
As decline notices hit.
As uncertainty lived loudly—

My nervous system felt calmer than it had in years.

When I stopped trying to make a life, life started to meet me.

And I know, deep in my bones, that everything I walked through was not just for me.

Because if I am me, then I am a teacher.
A leader.
A creator.
A businesswoman.
A mother.
A daughter.
A friend.
An equestrian.

And yes—one day again—a romantic partner to one very fucking lucky cowboy.
(No, I’m not kidding. 😂)

Life showed me this:
The more I let myself be Karissa, the more life met me as Karissa.

I learned how to be new.

A new home.
A new city.
A new budget.
By myself—and somehow never truly alone.

My community met me here while I was discovering myself. I aligned with the version of me that, eons ago somewhere in the clouds, agreed to do all of this.

I finally came home.

To an authentic version of myself who isn’t afraid to hurt feelings if it means standing in truth.
Who can honor and respect others without settling for breadcrumbs.
Who knows she can handle everything—and still deeply desires to be held and supported.

I learned how to ask for help.
How to receive.
How to soften.

I cried big, heaving, grown-woman tears.
I grieved fully.
And I awakened to a tender heart, soul, body, and mind.

I met myself.

And with that meeting came clarity:

I am here to be me.
And being me means being in community—supporting others who are ready to meet themselves.

This is my work.

Not a side hustle.
Not a role I turn on and off.
A choice of being.

I am a coach.

A coach who will never hide truth.
A coach who will never ask you to do something I haven’t been willing to explore myself.
A coach who can hold duality without losing her foundation—even when life is messy and hard.

I stand taller now in all the seasons of this one wild, epic, magical life.

So if you’re reading this and you feel judgment toward me—
That’s okay. I love you. Take care of yourself in whatever way you need.

But if you’re reading this and wondering how someone can walk through so much and still stand with a real, authentic smile—still creating, still leading—

That is the work I teach.
That is who I am.

Perfectly imperfect.
Still here.
Still choosing growth.

And if this speaks to you—consider this your invitation.

There is one way to work with me.

Reach out.
Text. Email. Call.
Ask how.

I’ll meet you exactly where you are.

You don’t need to fit into my system.
You just need to choose yourself.

Together, we’ll create what you desire—because you deserve it.

Finally.