“What’s the first impression you want to give people?”
If I’m honest, I don’t think much about first impressions.
Not because I’m careless, but because I’m a storyteller who knows that one voice is never enough to explain a whole heart.
What you see of me in the first five seconds isn’t the truth —
it’s just the cover of a long, layered book.
God didn’t make me one-dimensional.
He shaped me with many textures.
And most days my heart speaks before my mind catches up.
Life taught me to adapt.
Family taught me to protect.
Trauma taught me to armor.
Leadership taught me to stand tall.
Faith taught me to kneel.
Motherhood taught me to roar.
Grace taught me to soften.
So the impression you get depends entirely on how long you stay.
Stay long enough, and you’ll see the grit and the gentleness.
The fire and the forgiveness.
The strength and the surrender.
I don’t aim for first impressions.
I aim for authenticity.
Because the truth of who I am doesn’t fit inside a handshake or a hello.
It lives in the space where people take the time to stay —
and see.
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