When “Niche Down” Costs You Parts of Yourself

    I told myself my niche was self-publishing and writing. I created the website and the social media pages. I did all of the things. That wasn’t wrong but it wasn’t complete. What I didn’t understand then was how much pressure that advice carried, or how quietly it asked me to leave parts of myself behind.

    “Niche down” started to feel less like guidance and more like an eraser. It suggested that my story needed trimming. That my experiences needed editing. That the parts of me shaped by illness, grief, faith, recovery, leadership, motherhood, and survival were somehow extra. I felt like I had to choose one lane when my life had clearly taken many—and none of them were accidental.

    Every role I’ve held informed the other parts of me at the same time. Niching down didn’t make my work clearer, rather it made it feel disconnected from me. And over time, that disconnect created quiet resistance. Not because I lacked discipline, but because something in me knew I was being asked to shrink.

    There’s a particular grief that comes from trying to make yourself more “marketable.” It doesn’t show up all at once. It shows up in hesitation. In daily self-reflections. In the feeling that you're leaving too much unsaid. I didn’t realize it then, but I was grieving parts of myself while trying to brand the rest. In those moments, the branding didn't feel fulfilling because so much of me was being left out. 

    I was leaving out so much that makes me relatable to single moms, divorce moms, women of faith and women who can't see it yet but they are thriving in adverse situations without having the language to it. I named the whole of who I am. Mom. Believer. Educator. Writer. Survivor. I'm every woman. A multi-talented woman who has a publishing company designed to help others tell their stories.

    Now, the writing comes easier. The ideas connected. The resistance softened. Not because I had finally figured out the “right” strategy—but because I stopped abandoning myself in the process. 

    This is what perfectly packaged actually means to me now. Not polished. Not minimized. Integrated. Whole. Honest. Every role informing the other. Nothing wasted.


Unraveled - (Originally Posted December 17, 2016)



    So, it's been 7 weeks and 1 day. How do I know that? I just do and today is my birthday eve so I have all kinds of thoughts and emotions. Back in February 2009 a relationship ended that broke my heart, left me sad and hating snow days. If I were real honest he and I shouldn't have been together then. I was separated and nearing divorce and he had stuff going on. We tried. It didn't work.

    When it ended it was like "ugh" another failed relationship. So for the past 7 years I've focused on my sons, ministry, work, you name it and I was doing it. I was busy. When I wasn't busy, I was sleepy because.... Well, I was busy.

    Honestly, I remember the weekend leading up to him reappearing. I had made a candle of hydrangea, lavender and chamomile. On that Sunday I lit it and said, "He would love this candle." I'm so serious when I say that the very next day I heard from him.

    What I believed to be that moment of openness and forgiveness quickly moved to the cover being removed off a hurt that I had carried and masked as being ok. I had to face myself and say honestly, "You've never healed." It still hurts. Now I was becoming not myself. It felt like my perfect ball of yarn had become unraveled. My truth about yarn is that I buy it and 1 of 2 people put it in a neat ball for me because I don't know how. Boy! Was this now more evident as I tried to maintain. I couldn't put the yarn back into a ball.

    I became frustrated, sad, and angry. I called on my friend Lauren, who is always a beacon of light. I called on God because now isn't a good time for dude to show up. As gentle as God is, He softly said, "I knew he would come. You have to deal with it because you never really have."

     My friend and I have had hard conversations and I mean hard. One day he repeated to me things I said to him or I did while we were together. I never voiced it but I thought, "Did I say that?" I'd always shared what he did or said. I had to be honest with self, yet again, I seldom revealed my hand in this. This is not to defend him but to disclose that I wasn't perfect in that relationship. To top it off one Sunday, Quiera came all the way from Atlanta to tell me through a sermon that sometimes it's not everyone else, sometimes it's you. "Who?" Smh. Yeah, it's time for me to self reflect.

     About 19 years ago I met him. He had me at hello. Our friendship survived downsizing, Katrina and failed relationships on both ends. We'd always had each other's backs until we became a couple. We were so used to always going to each other when crisis hit that we had no idea how to be out of crisis and at peace with each other.

    When I lit that beautifully scented candle I had not idea that at the thought of him, he would appear. Just maybe this will foster healing for both of us so that we can move forward. I know one thing for sure and two things for certain being unraveled is for the birds. I need to learn how to patiently put this yarn back into a ball.

*written 11.15.16 #mybirthdayeve

National Wear Red Day 2.6.2026





I have been supporting the Go Red For Women initiative for several years. It began with me attending "Have Faith In Heart" meetings. At those meetings women from local churches would come together to learn about Go Red and how we could share that information with out local churches and faith based organization. 

Why is that important?

Cardiovascular disease is the No. 1 killer of women. 
Wear red to be seen, to be counted, to be heard, and to make an impact.


Releasing the Pressure to Niche Down

 


    For a long time, I heard the same advice over and over again: niche down. Make it smaller. Make it clearer. Make it easier to explain. I thought my niche was simply self-publishing and writing. And while that’s true, it was never the whole truth.

    What I didn’t realize then was how much pressure that advice carried. It made me feel like I had to flatten my experience to fit inside a category. Like I had to choose one lane when my life had clearly taken many. Writing wasn’t separate from healing. Publishing wasn’t separate from grief. Coaching wasn’t separate from lived experience. They were all informing each other at the same time.

    Now I see it differently. My niche isn’t a single service or skill, it’s the intersection of my story, my voice, and the season I’m willing to write from. It’s creativity shaped by recovery. It’s guidance rooted in lived experience. It’s helping others give language to what they’ve survived and what they’re still becoming.

    So no, I didn’t niche down.
    I named the whole of who I am.

    And that’s when everything began to make sense.

    I realized that I'm perfectly packaged. I am a

  • Writer 

  • Coach 

  • Survivor 

  • Mother 

  • Faith-rooted woman

  • Creative who understands grief, recovery, and rebuilding

Every role informed the others. Nothing was wasted.

Self-Care Saturday

    


     Self-Care Saturday is more than a cute hashtag. It’s a gentle declaration that you are worthy of rest, intention, and renewal before the week asks anything of you. Saturdays hold a unique kind of permission. The rush eases, the clock loosens its grip, and your nervous system finally gets a chance to exhale. Self-care isn’t indulgence; it’s maintenance. It’s how we return to ourselves after pouring into work, family, purpose, and people. When we choose self-care, we are choosing ourselves.

    Self-Care Saturday can look beautifully different for everyone. For some, it’s a slow morning with tea, prayer, journaling, or a gratitude practice that recenters the heart. For others, it’s movement; walking, stretching, dancing, or heading to the gym to release stress stored in the body. 

    Creative care might mean reading, painting, writing, or tending to a passion project that feeds your spirit. 

    Social care could be brunch with a trusted friend, while sensory care might be a long bath, a skincare ritual, or simply sitting in silence. Each activity carries benefits: lowered stress, improved mood, clearer thinking, emotional regulation, and a deeper sense of connection to yourself.

    What makes Self-Care Saturday powerful is intention. When you pause to ask, What do I need today?—you begin practicing self-trust. Over time, these small, consistent choices build resilience, prevent burnout, and remind you that your well-being matters just as much as your productivity. Let Saturday be your weekly reset. Not to become more, but to remember who you already are. 💜

Self-care is not selfish.

When “Niche Down” Costs You Parts of Yourself

     I told myself my niche was self-publishing and writing. I created the website and the social media pages. I did all of the things. That...