After years in the corporate world, a brutal divorce and a painful split from a long-term partner, I found myself completely burnt out and disconnected from the parts of myself that once made me feel alive.

On paper, I was a big success. In reality, I was lonely and miserable. I wanted to carpe the hell out of that diem — but I had no idea how to start.

At 39, my sex life had been narrow and constrained. I didn't know how to ask for what I wanted — or even how to name my desires without feeling shame.

So I started exploring.

My sexuality, my desires, my relationships — and myself.

From intimate solo exploration to group experiences. From indulgent sensuality to adventurous kink.

Through dating, travel, community and no small amount of shit-scary, for-the-plot, occasionally questionable decision-making, I began an intense journey of sensual self-discovery.

Along the way, I discovered a more authentic, confident and fully alive version of myself.

I learned how to date with intention. How to communicate what I want. How to enjoy my body without shame, and indulge my sexual desires with curiosity, playfulness and honesty.

How to really fucking live.

And, perhaps most importantly, I learned that -

connection isn't something we're simply lucky enough to find. It's something we can learn to create.