05/03/2026
Hero’s. Real ones.!!!!! This week, I had one of the greatest honors of my life—meeting the four astronauts who just traveled around the moon and made it back safely on the Artemis II mission. I don’t get star-struck by celebrities. But this was different. These are the people who move humanity forward.
I was crying. My knees actually buckled. And yes—Astronaut Christina Koch fist bumped me. I’m still not over it!!!
It’s taken me a few days to even process what this meant. Because this wasn’t just a moment. It was personal.
I was that little girl who never grew out of the “I want to be an astronaut” phase. I went to school for it. I interned in aerospace companies. I was all in—until the industry collapsed around 1999/2000, right when I was trying to enter it.
Life took me in a different direction. And I’m deeply grateful it did. I’ve found my life’s work in women’s health, and I love what I get to build every day.
But if I’m being honest—the dream never left.
🚀 I still watch rocket launches live.
🚀 I follow every mission.
🚀 I’ve put deposits down for commercial space flight.
🚀 I go to dark-sky retreats just to sit and look up.
I’m still that girl, just in a different role. So standing there, face-to-face with people who have actually left this planet… it hit something deeper than I expected.
What stayed with me most wasn’t just what they accomplished—but how they talked about it. Not ego. Not individual achievement. Team. Every single one of them made it clear: they didn’t go alone. The mission, the success, the return—it was built by thousands of people most of us will never see.
That level of humility, at that level of achievement, is rare. And needed.
Because in a world that celebrates individuals, it’s a reminder that the biggest things we do—whether it’s going to space or building companies or changing healthcare—are never done alone.
🚀 Some dreams evolve. Some just wait for you to catch back up to them.
This is one of those moments I know I’ll carry with me for a long time.