About

While I became an entrepreneur first (now mumpreneur ☺️), it was the impending responsibilities of motherhood and the quest for freedom to do what I want when I want, that pushed me to resign from my full-time job on the eve of my 25th birthday.

Almost eight years on, I’m extremely grateful for the opportunities I’ve had in learning how to build two great companies. I’ve spent the last decade passionately learning everything I could about business and leadership; it’s been an incredible ride with some amazing highs and some terrifying lows but I can’t imagine living life any other way. I’m lucky to have Zen as my greatest cheerleader of 15 years (and the best husband in the world during the last 4 years) and together, we’ve had many spontaneous and thoroughly planned adventures around the globe. Travel has always given me the inspiration to hone my craft in storytelling and photography.

I don’t think there is ever a perfect time to do anything; after putting off the idea of having children for many years, here we are. I’m juggling more things than ever and I’m determined to continue to live life purposely and travel endlessly, whilst trying to be a better leader, mother, wife, sister, daughter, granddaughter, auntie, mentor and friend.

To my darling baby, mama has got this.

Jen xoxo

P.S. This TED Talk really touched me, I think you’ll like it too:

If I should have a daughter, instead of 'Mom,' she's going to call me 'Point B,' because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me.

And I'm going to paint solar systems on the backs of her hands so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, 'Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.'

And she's going to learn that this life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by Band-Aids or poetry.

So the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn't coming, I'll make sure she knows she doesn't have to wear the cape all by herself, because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I've tried. 'And, baby,' I'll tell her, don't keep your nose up in the air like that. I know that trick; I've done it a million times. You're just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him. But I know she will anyway, so instead I'll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can't fix. Okay, there's a few that chocolate can't fix.

But that's what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything, if you let it. I want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass-bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind, because that's the way my mom taught me. That there'll be days like this.

There'll be days like this, my momma said. When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises; when you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape; when your boots will fill with rain, and you'll be up to your knees in disappointment. And those are the very days you have all the more reason to say thank you.

Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away. You will put the wind in win some, lose some. You will put the star in starting over, and over. And no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life. And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty damn naive. But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but don't be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

'Baby,' I'll tell her, 'remember, your momma is a worrier, and your poppa is a warrior, and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.' Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things. Always apologize when you've done something wrong, but don't you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. Your voice is small, but don't ever stop singing. And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street-corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.

Sarah Kay