I'm Shelby, and I'm so glad you're here.

I'm Shelby (Watley) Bybee, your friendly nomadic extrovert, and let me tell you, my life has been a wild ride, no doubt! By the age of 7, I'd already lived in more cities than most people visit in a lifetime. My outgoing personality was practically baked into my DNA. Then my mom passed away unexpectedly, and we landed in the cornfields of Kansas City, Missouri. Despite my midwestern roots, I’ve always been a BIG dreamer. 

After college, I sang and danced my way around the world and even tried my hand at improv comedy in Chicago. I realized I had a gift for entertaining, connecting with people and building community no matter the setting. Whether in a remote region of Africa or a big city like Houston, Texas I learned that building relationships, helping people uncover their unique gifts and becoming the best versions of themselves is truly my jam. 

A few years back, I had a realization that negative narratives from my unhealed childhood trauma and the trauma acquired in an abusive marriage were holding me back and I was in a constant state of fear and self-doubt. I needed a change and that’s when I re-connected with my friend turned podcast co-host, Trinity Greenfield. While we’ve led dramatically different lives, the universe has set us on this path together. Our mission? Empower women who feel stuck in midlife (just like we were) and help them navigate the proverbial “midlife crisis” with humor and authenticity. So, get ready, girl! We’re here to make midlife the best part of your journey! 

I'm Trinity, and it's our time to shine!

It always makes me giggle when someone asks me about my bio. Which version of my life should I be telling right now?

Enter version 1. I was born into the strangest of circumstances. In 1971, my white mother met my black father during the height of Oakland, California’s Black Panther movement. My hippy parents hitchhiked up Interstate 5 in an old Volkswagen bus, attempting to get to Canada so that I could be born with dual citizenship vs. “under the man”. Despite best efforts, the November 1971 snowstorm slowed our progress, and my mom went into labor while passing through Bellingham, Washington, just 45 minutes shy of the international border. So, we landed in the cool little hippie town in the most upper-left corner of the country.

Growing up there was hard. I learned early on that belonging anywhere was going to be a struggle, and I would have to constantly push to make something of myself. My father left when I was 2, and through the madness that became our lives, I developed a penchant for fixing things, including chaos and everyone around me in order to calm the waters and keep things safe.

Eventually I left that small town and struck out on my own to the University of Washington and the big city where I set the foundation of what would become a very successful career in the corporate world. I used those skills of "fixing" and made a name for myself as somewhat of a corporate fixer.

I married and was blessed with a beautiful and talented son who has grown into an incredible man, in his own right. In 2017 I divorced my son's father in an effort to reclaim the real “me” – my true self before the path rearranged me.

And now, in so many ways, it feels like my story is just beginning to take shape as I embark on the quest to become my own hero and live into the dreams that still shine bright inside of my soul.