From Written Word to Spoken Truth

It took me a long time to share my first video. Longer than it took to write a business plan. Longer than it took to design a brand, build a pitch, or even dream up Thrivewell Estate in the first place. Because this time, it wasn’t just about sharing a vision. It was about sharing myself.

Since I got sober, putting the written word together has become like a second language to me. It’s how I process. How I ground. How I make meaning out of what used to overwhelm me. The written word has been both my mirror and my anchor. I can shape it. Edit it. Let it breathe before I press “send.” It lets me lead with clarity while still protecting the tender parts of my voice.

But sitting in front of a camera, unscripted, exposed, vulnerable, was something else entirely. Twelve full minutes of speaking from the heart about this vision. About what Thrivewell means, and why it matters. About what I’ve seen, and what I still dream of. And all I could think was: Do I look nervous? Do I sound unsure? Am I too much? Not enough?

Impostor syndrome didn’t whisper, it roared. Who am I to do this? Who am I to speak it out loud?

But here’s what I’ve learned: there’s never going to be a perfect version of me to share. And Thrivewell was never meant to be polished. It was meant to be honest. So I posted it.

And almost immediately, something shifted. Not because the video was perfect—but because I let myself be seen. Not just as a founder, or a planner, or a dreamer with spreadsheets. But as a human with heart. With conviction. With a message I believe in enough to say out loud, even when it’s hard.

Thrivewell is not just a business. It’s a calling. And if I’m going to ask people to show up as their whole selves in this community, I have to be willing to do the same.

So if you’ve been sitting on something, waiting for the perfect time, the perfect version, the perfect confidence, this is your reminder:

There is power in showing up before you feel ready.
There is strength in letting people see your heart unguarded.

And if your voice shakes while you do it?
That’s just proof it matters.

With honesty and hope,
Kelley

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