Meet Andrea Enright

At 30, I had checked all the boxes.

I was running my own marketing business, volunteering for Planned Parenthood, and living the picture-perfect DINK (Double Income, No Kids) life. Banana Republic blazers, book club meetings and marathon training runs. It was full of accomplishment and performance. Gosh, everything sure looked great! And that was the point…..right?

Except it didn’t feel great.

Something inside me whispered: Has my life peaked? Is this all there is? Why aren’t I happy?

I ignored it for a while—because facing it meant change. And change sounded terrifying. I really liked things to stay right where they were! Life was a performance! Everyone was watching! I couldn’t change my mind….could I?

Then one day, while getting ready for yet another client call, I noticed a bracelet I’d bought years ago in a funky shop in LeClaire, Iowa. It had black beads and a tiny piece of newspaper mod-podged on the biggest one.

It read:
You are the hero of your own story.

What if that was true?
What if I didn’t have to follow someone else’s script?
What if I could define happiness differently?

That moment cracked something open.

I didn’t know the answer, but I knew I had to make a big change.

I began researching volunteering abroad.

It took me over a year, but eventually, my husband and I rented out our house, quit our jobs, shut down our lives, and joined the Peace Corps.

And far before I left, I felt more alive.

Less performing. More presence.
Less shoulding. More shining.

And that was just the beginning.

  • At 36, after watching Ricki Lake’s documentary, The Business of Being Born, and had my baby outside a hospital.

  • At 39, I started wearing cowboy boots….because I loved them…..even though I didn’t ride horses. GASP!

  • At 45, I moved my family to Costa Rica for a year. I wanted nature, slowness and to get the hell away from Amazon.

  • At 49, I got divorced—in love. We deeply honored our journey and acknowledged a conscious ending.

Each milestone (there were dozens more) was a pattern interrupt. And each one helped me come home to myself a little bit more.

Now I help women like I once was—Instagram-worthy success on the outside, but secretly longing for something more on the inside--by giving them Permission to D.A.N.C.E.

To Go their Own Way. Fleetwood Mac was right!
To be Brave, like Sarah Bereilles.
To know it’s their life, like Bon Jovi said.

You don’t have to blow up your life to make a change.
But you do have to give yourself permission.

There is a path forward, and I’d be honored to be your wing woman.