It was one of those quiet moments, sitting alone, reflecting on how quickly time had passed. My daughters had grown up so fast, and I was left wondering where I fit in now that they were stepping out into the world. The house felt different—empty. Memories of their voices, their laughter, the way they used to call for me… they all hung in the air like echoes. And along with those memories, came a sense of loss.

Then, something caught my eye—a tiny sparkling dot on the floor in their bedroom. I picked it up and realized it was a bead. As I looked around, I found more. That’s when it hit me—the beaded strands that used to hang at their room’s entrance were gone. Collecting all the beads scattered around, I counted over 300 of them. Well, I thought, let’s put it back together.

Sitting at the dining table, I began threading the beads. One by one, I added them, focusing on the rhythm of the movement. Time passed without me noticing—two hours went by in what felt like minutes. When I looked at the finished piece, I felt a quiet satisfaction. The next day, I searched for more beads. In my own space, I found amethyst and coral beads. Possibilities began to unfold before me. Something inside me clicked.

As I threaded those beads, I found a calmness I hadn’t felt in a while. In the midst of life’s chaos—its demands, its fast pace—the simple act of creating something with my hands brought me peace. The gentle elegance of the beads, the way they sparkled in the light, and the feel of them between my fingers… it all brought me a sense of stillness, of purpose.

The world of social media was alive with stories of home-based businesses, moms turning their passions into side hustles, young entrepreneurs finding their way. Could I really do this, too?

I decided to go along with it. For now, I would pour my heart into the beads—designing, creating, combining colors and shapes, sometimes just making them in response to my own feelings.

Then, one afternoon, everything shifted. I realized that this was no longer just a hobby. This passion for creating with my hands could be my path forward. What had started as a way to fill the emptiness, a way to focus my energy positively, had become something more. Every bracelet I made was a reflection of my own journey. Each piece was a part of me.

To my surprise, others responded. A few friends admired my creations and asked if they could buy some. Word spread, and soon, strangers were reaching out. That’s when I understood—I wasn’t just making jewellery. I was sharing a piece of my story with others.

The idea of starting my bracelet business began to take shape. I didn’t want to just create jewellery for profit—I wanted to craft pieces that carried meaning. I wanted my bracelets to symbolize strength, resilience, and connection. Each design carried intention, and I could feel that energy being passed on to those who wore my creations.

My bracelet business grew slowly, but surely. Every day, I learned more about design, business, and myself. There were challenging days—times when I doubted whether this was the right path. But whenever I looked at the bracelets I had made, I was reminded of why I started. It wasn’t about selling jewellery—it was about sharing a story. A story of how something small could make a difference, of how a handmade piece could connect us in a world that often feels disconnected.

And that’s the heart of my business. I began it to channel my passion, my creativity, and my personal struggles into something meaningful. I didn’t know where this journey would take me, but I knew that every bracelet I made, and every person who wore one, was part of a story bigger than myself.