The Beauty of Letting Go When Everything Is Perfect

After 14 years, I’m selling my house in Gloucester, MA

Not because something is wrong.
Not because I need a change.
But because everything is right.

This little pink house—perched on a small hill a two minute walk from the sea—has been my sanctuary. A temple. A portal. A home filled with morning light, ocean air, wild turkeys and rabbits weaving through the yard, and bird songs that rise with the sun.

I’ve filled it with ceremonies and songs, laughter and tears, friends and strangers, light beings and ancestors. The walls have soaked in sound baths, soul sessions, and sacred stillness. The energy in this home is alive. You can feel it the moment you walk in. It holds 14 years of intention, of healing, of expansion. A vibrational imprint built by love.

I’ve built community here—some lifelong, some just passing through as they walk along the Boulevard or stop to say hi when I ride my bike into town. My favorite health food store is around the corner. The beach is always waiting. There’s nothing missing. This place has been everything.

And that is why I’m leaving.

You don’t only leave when things fall apart.
You also leave when you’ve built something so beautiful, so aligned, so deeply fulfilling… that the energy is complete. And the next chapter calls.

I remember when I sold my restaurants. I was burned out and ready for a change, but they were still wildly successful. I was scared to walk away until a friend said, “But this is exactly when you’re supposed to let go—when it’s successful. That way, both you and the buyer benefit, and even greater rewards unfold for everyone involved.”

That always stayed with me.

Because the truth is: You don’t evolve by running from what’s not working—you expand by moving toward what’s next. 

So what’s next? 

I keep getting asked: “Where are you going?”
And my honest answer is… I don’t know. 😄

And no, I’m not secretly hiding a plan (though I get why people think I must be!). I’m not being mysterious. There just isn’t a plan. Not yet.

I’m leaving at the end of the month. In less than two weeks.

And I’m walking straight into the unknown.

But here’s what I do know—this is where the magic begins.

The unknown is not a void. It’s not a lack. It’s a living, breathing space where potential meets your permission. It’s the place where alignment creates openings and your higher self gets louder than your fears.

When you’re in the flow, everything begins to flow. 

Last night, out of nowhere, a friend called me from London asking if I want to go to Egypt with her in the fall… and then to visit her land in Bali afterward. That’s what happens when you’re not trying to force a timeline. When your heart is open, the Universe rushes in with invitations. Possibilities. Soul-mapped synchronicities.

You don’t have to know what’s next to trust that it’s going to be extraordinary. 

I believe with every cell in my body that I will land exactly where I’m meant to.

Not just in a perfect place—but in a more perfect place.
More aligned.
More beautiful.
More reflective of the version of me I’ve become.

Because that’s the whole point.

It’s not about escaping something that no longer fits—it’s about trusting that as you evolve, so must your environment.

Life keeps expanding as you do.

You create beauty, and then you step into more of it.
You create love, and then you discover deeper forms of it.
You create joy, and then find even greater capacity to hold it.

So yes, I’m saying goodbye to something sacred.
And yes, I’m walking into something unknown.

But this isn’t an ending.
It’s a devotion.
To truth. To flow. To forward motion.

And if you’re reading this and standing on the edge of your own unknown—just know:
You don’t need to wait until it all makes sense.
You just need to trust that the next version of your life is already rising to meet you.
And it’s going to be even more magical than the one you’re leaving behind.