Phoenix: Live Love Laugh

There are two things I hope people remember me for.

First, I want to be remembered as a good person.
Not a perfect one—because let’s be honest, none of us are. But someone who chose kindness, even when life didn’t make it easy. I want people to say, “She was thoughtful. She was fair. She cared.”

Yes, I vent. I rant. I get overwhelmed. But when it really matters, I strive to show up with compassion and do what’s right. Whether it’s through a quiet act of kindness or standing firm for justice, my goal has always been to be good to people—to be someone you could turn to without fear of judgment.

I want to be the person you think of when you need comfort, encouragement, or just someone who gets it.
Someone who listens.
Someone who sees you.

Second—and just as importantly—I want people to know:
I don’t put up with nonsense.

That wasn’t always true.
But over time, I’ve learned that being a kind person does not mean being a doormat.

I can love deeply, help freely, and support you without hesitation—but I won’t let myself be disrespected or used. I’ve earned the right to set boundaries, to speak my truth, and to walk away from what doesn’t serve me. That isn’t bitterness—it’s wisdom.

So yes—
✅ You can come to me for help.
✅ I will stand beside you in your darkest hour.
❌ But I will not let you take advantage of my kindness.

That’s the legacy I want to leave.
A kind heart. A strong spine. A soul that held space for others—but never forgot to honor her own.