Spoiler alert: I didn’t walk away from a stuffy ass country club because I couldn’t handle weddings. I walked because I loved them too much to keep grinding under a system that didn’t.

A Job That Paid the Bills (Barely)
… But Didn’t Feed the Soul

Venue life taught me the ropes, and for that I’m thankful. I got my foot in the door to the wedding industry, learned the ins and outs of hospitality, mastered the chaos of coordination and the art of pulling off a seamless day when the universe seemed hell bent on burning it down (literally). I made real connections with vendors. Turned clients into lifelong friends. And relentlessly showed up (sometimes in 100°F, with zero AC) for couples, in ways that weren’t ever listed on my “job description”.

Do I have any regrets? Not a damn one. Because, honestly, that crash course was one of the best gifts I could’ve been given. The other? The undeniable freedom I felt as I walked away.

I Loved the Work.
I Didn’t Love the Machine.

I loved my job. I loved the work. The people. The bonds. The transformations. The way a depressing, outdated, ballroom could light up and temporarily transform into something so alive. I loved solving everyday disasters with a clipboard in one hand and a 20 oz sugar free Red Bull in the other.

But the “corporate standards” behind it? Brutal. They only cared about robot obedience, bar minimums, revenue sheets, and making sure no one upstairs had to eat the cost of their own mistakes. The couple? Their feelings? The actual magic of the day? That never made the list.

I was clocking nights, weekends and holidays away from my family. Missing out on personal milestones. Pouring in endless energy for an hourly rate that wouldn’t even cover the cost of the champagne toast. And when anyone upstairs did notice? It wasn’t for the wins..it was for the rare mistake, or to point out that I was “dangerously close” to hitting overtime again. Classic.

The Middle Finger Moment

That’s when it clicked. I wasn’t built to keep the hamster wheel spinning for people who didn’t give a damn about weddings or the humans working their asses off to make them happen.

So yeah. My middle finger? Still raised. High.

Not at my couples (who I’ll always ride for) or my co-workers (who were just as overworked and underpaid as me), but at the cookie cutter, soul sucking, penny pinching system that tried to convince me their watered down version of “luxury” was the dream.. and then tried to dim my sparkle when I wouldn’t settle for it.

What I Carried Out
(Besides My Dignity
& A Killer Vendor List)

I left with everything that actually mattered. I know how venues think. I know how hospitality works behind the scenes. I know the loopholes, the pressure points, the politics. I know exactly where the cracks are and how to make sure couples never fall into them. And now? I can use every ounce of that knowledge for you instead of for a B.S. corporation that couldn’t even manage to conduct an exit interview.

Walking Away
Wasn’t The End…

Walking away wasn’t the end. It was the origin story. The corporate grind sharpened my instincts, fueled my confidence (and my caffeine addiction), gave me clarity, grit and the best parting gift of all: the fire to create something better.

So, for that..thanks.

Now, I plan weddings on my terms.
For people, not profit margins.

I create experiences that feel like goosebumps, not line items on a spreadsheet.
No bare minimums. No performative smiles.
No crusty “traditions” rebranded as “timeless.”

Just fierce passion and raw f*cking authenticity.

For the rebels.
For the romantics.
For the ones who deserve better.
For the ones who were never meant to fit the mold..and never wanted to.

Here’s to walking away, to knowing your worth. To flipping the script, and to building something that actually deserves the magic.

’Til Death isn’t playing by their rules.
We’re completely rewriting them.

Signed,
A planner who knows the game well enough to beat it (and is rebuilding it in scuffed up Doc Martens) 🖤

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Let’s create something that’ll last longer than my ex-venue director’s commission check.

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