THE BARREL GIRL

While everyone else was stacking college acceptance letters, I was collecting life experience. No college straight out of high school. No five-year plan. No clue what I wanted to be when I grew up. Instead? I tried a LOT of things. Retail. Weddings. Criminal & Family Law. Recruitment. Personality Assessments. And finally? Barrels. Yes, the wooden kind that hold whiskey and wine. It’s been a journey to say the least. 

Let's be real: I didn't inherit a trust fund or a network of CEOs. My dad taught me blue collar work ethic. He drove tractors at a feedlot for most of his career. When my parents divorced in third grade, our kitchen table became my Mom's nursing school headquarters. I saw the discipline of balancing a career + school + full time soccer mom. She became a first generation college graduate and modeled that you really can do it all. 

BUT…We weren't just broke. We were free-lunch, food-stamp, hand-me-down garage sale clothes kind of poor. So I really do know what it’s like to start with nothing.

For nearly a decade and a half, I’ve had the privilege of doing life alongside my person, my best friend - Barrel Ben. We've weathered secondary infertility, launched a business, and packed up our entire company to move across the country. I’ve battled autoimmune thyroid disease since my early 20s and live a gluten free lifestyle. I’m passionate about health and wellness. My “Mom Life” consists of one golf obsessed son and one son destined to land in Music City as a country rock star.

I’m not special. I don’t have super human intellect. I just work harder than most people. I don’t quit. And I do what most people fail to ever do - I start.