Six years ago, nursing school and I parted ways. At 20, I booked a one-way flight to Toronto with $200 and no plan beyond “figure it out.”

I waited tables knowing nothing about wine. I survived a hair salon run by the worst boss I’ve ever had. Then the world shut down, and while everyone else hit pause, I pivoted.

Somewhere in all of that, it clicked. 

The messy, behind-the-scenes problems everyone else avoided were the ones I couldn’t leave alone. Systems. Workflows. Operations. 

Every time someone said “there’s no solution,” I built one.

Miss Fix It was built on grit and stubbornness. 

Now that energy goes into the operational messes holding businesses back.