When a Vision Finds You: The Manor and Me

Welcome to the beginning of the Thrivewell Estate story.

If you’ve found your way here, trust that you’re meant to be part of what’s unfolding. This blog is where the full story lives, the inspiration, the process, the challenges, and the beautiful synchronicities that have made this vision feel not only possible… but destined.

But this story doesn’t start with a dream. It starts with a question.

A few months ago, I woke up on the morning of my fourth sobriety anniversary, a day that should have felt triumphant. My life was good. Full, even. I had a loving partner, a beautiful home, fulfilling work, deep friendships, and a sense of clarity I never thought possible.

And still… something felt like it was missing.

It wasn’t a lack of gratitude. It wasn’t regret. It was a quiet ache. A whisper of a part of me still waiting to be seen, integrated, healed.

So I asked out loud:

What am I still carrying? And how do I finally let it go?

That question became the spark that ignited everything.

In early 2021, I chose sobriety. That choice cracked open a path I never could have predicted, one that led me to growth, creativity, and radical self-inquiry. Over the next four years, I rebuilt my life brick by brick.

• Three promotions in three years.

• A partner who loves me for who I truly am.

• Peace where chaos used to live.

And yet, as I hit that four-year mark, I realized: I was no longer building a life just for myself.

I was ready to build something that holds others, too.

That’s when Thrivewell began to whisper its name.

At first, it looked like Flow to Thrive, a sober, sacred studio space for movement, journaling, ritual, and transformation. I started looking for a location. I needed a space that felt warm, alive, and grounded in the kind of healing I believe in.

And then came 41 Pine Street. A raw, historic property I wasn’t expecting to fall in love with. It was big. It needed work. But something about it pulled me in and as I explored it further, I realized something almost unbelievable:

It was connected to a manor I’d admired for years.

The future home of The Thrive Manor. A grand, fire-worn estate I had passed dozens of times, always slowing down, always wondering. I never knew it was for sale. I never knew it was part of the same land. And I never knew that my path would lead me straight to her.

But there she was.

And like me, she had survived the flames.

The synchronicities came rushing in. I realized my studio vision was only one piece of something much larger. Every intuitive nudge pointed to a greater legacy:

• Flow to Thrive would be the heartbeat. A community space for healing and personal growth.

• The Thrive Manor would be its retreat-based sister, a boutique haven for rest, elegance, and deeper restoration.

• And Thrivewell Estate would be the soul-thread connecting them all.

A living sanctuary.

A place where earth heals and spirit thrives.

A home for the part of me, and maybe the part of you, that still longs to be made whole.

We’re currently in the process of zoning, dreaming, designing, and daring to believe this can happen. The buildings need restoration. The land needs love. The road ahead will be long.

But the energy? It’s already alive.

And this blog will be where I share it all:
- The challenges, the small wins, the vision unfolding.
- The zoning meetings, the design sketches, the rituals, the revelations.
- The way the land continues to mirror my own transformation.

Because this isn’t just about building a business.

This is about two lives—mine and The Manor’s—rising together.

Thank you for reading this first post. For witnessing the very beginning. For standing with me at the threshold.

This is more than a project. It’s a purpose.

And I’m so glad you’re here.

With heart,

Kelley

Founder, Thrivewell Estate