The Luxe Pivot: A Story of Elegance, Faith & Unapologetic Becoming

In my early 40s, life, as I knew it, changed. And not in the poetic, “everything bloomed” kind of way. More like “the rug was yanked so hard, I hit the floor with my whole soul.” Suddenly, the blueprint I had been living by no longer worked. The things I thought made me a good woman like loyalty, selflessness, overextending, apologizing for taking up space, etc. they weren’t making me happy. In fact, they were breaking me. Quietly. Beautifully. Publicly.

Everything I thought I knew about womanhood, worth, relationships, business, and what it meant to “do life right” crumbled. And truth be told, I realized I had missed the mark.

But purpose? Purpose didn’t miss me. It tugged. Hard. Right at my core. And there, in that unraveling, I met God at the place He had always been waiting for me. At my YES!

Not the polite yes. Not the “yes, Lord, as long as I get to keep this relationship.”Not the “yes, but let me look blessed while I’m breaking.” I gave Him the naked, trembling, exhausted yes. And with that, I surrendered to the pivot.

I wish I could say it got easier. But it didn’t. Not at first and certainly not now, because I still have those moments of fear, pain, and doubt, just with perspective. I lost people. Family. Friends. Some folks I thought were sent by God, when really, they were just sent, or I came. Let’s be real: some of them were lessons wrapped in lace and titles. I had to discern — quickly and painfully — who was real and who was rehearsed. And that process? Ma'am… brutal.

God let me get close enough to see behind the curtain. People I admired were orchestrating chaos behind polished captions. Anointed… but manipulative. Appointed… but self-serving. “I stayed loyal to dysfunction because it wore designer and sat at the cool kids’ table — and for 41 years, I pulled up a chair, mistaking proximity for purpose and exclusivity for worth.”

But then, I had to face the biggest truth of all: I was lying to myself. I was scared to admit I was hungry for more—more softness, more wholeness, more abundance. And yes, more luxury. Not just in things, but in how I lived, how I prayed, and how I carried myself.

The Luxe Pivot was born in that holy collision where my faith met my femininity, where my calling met my courage, and where I decided I wasn’t created to beg for scraps when I was born to walk in favor.

It’s not just a brand, it’s a rebirth. A sacred space where women of all backgrounds, whether they’re healing from heartbreak, chasing purpose with one tired eyelash hanging on, or rebuilding after betrayal, can step fully into the elegant, empowered, God-backed version of themselves.

It’s for the woman who’s done shrinking. The woman who’s not just working on her body, but on her belief. The woman who lights a candle, plays LoRen in the background, and whispers, “I am both the work and the wonder. I am safe with me.”

The Luxe Pivot is where we trade survival for softness. Where we rebuild in beauty. Where we don’t choose between God and luxury, we walk with both. Where we don’t deny our truth, we dress it in silk and let it speak.

So if you’re ready to walk away from the fragments of what broke you and into the fullness of what still calls you, this is your Pivot!

Welcome home, love. You’re in divine company now.