08/25/2026
When I die, I hope the eulogy has very little to do with my résumé.
Like, please don’t let someone stand up there and be like,
“Taylor was an accomplished woman. She had a successful business, a nice website, and once had a reel do numbers.”
I will haunt you. 😂
I hope they talk about the **life.**
The women she brought together.
The completely unhinged adventures she said yes to.
How she stayed weird.
How she made people feel safe enough to tell the truth.
How she helped people go deep, reclaim themselves, and come back to life.
How she raised some absolute legends and actually *got to be there* for the growing.
How she wasn’t afraid to say the s**t people usually whisper about.
How she fought for a softer, smarter, more just world.
How she was a ridiculous hype woman and adventure buddy for the people she loved.
How she created experiences that women talked about for years because something in them shifted.
Basically, I hope the story is less:
**“She was impressive.”**
and more:
**“She was ALIVE.”**
Because I love my work. I love building things. I love free marketing on the internet. 😂
But Facebook is not the point.
The point is the **life happening while we’re here.**
So yes, come hang out with me on the internet.
But please, for the love of God, come grow with me in real life too. 😂
