The Ripple Maker is not a business with sales funnels and urgent emails and pressure to scale.

It's a way of being ...

I wake up thinking about how to make someone feel seen. I fold paper into stories, write letters in cursive and mail small things that carry big weight.

I don’t have a monetization plan—probably not the best thing for a “business owner” to say out loud but, you see, this isn't a business for me.

My “workshops” aren’t instructional with tiered pricing and bonus offers and deadlines with constant reminders.

What I want—what I've always wanted—is meaning without virality, metrics or conversions. Just real conversations that linger, a pause someone didn’t know they needed, a true moment of connection that makes us both exhale.

And I have found that in the Ripple Room where we gather as friends and talk about our childhood summers and how much adulting sucks.

I’ve found that in 1:1 Zoom calls where we can be honest about our fears, our internalized demons that remind us our lean bank accounts reflect a reality where "if it doesn’t earn, it doesn’t count."

And yet here I am: mailing things that won’t go viral, hosting gatherings without a goal, refusing to hustle for what feels sacred.

Realizing that this is the work, despite not making splashes, despite never “scaling,” despite it being perceived as a hobby and not my life mission.

This is the work.

And I’m learning to trust that’s enough.