Why I Still Believe in Face-to-Face: The Heart Behind the Work

This morning, I found myself back at a beautiful home where, just a few weeks ago, I had the honor of coordinating a luxury event. Returning today wasn’t about logistics or tying up loose ends—it was about connection. Part of my service always includes a follow-up meeting, not because it's expected, but because I deeply value feedback. I’m constantly learning, growing, and striving to serve my clients even better. And the only way to do that is by listening—with intention.

Yes, I could have done this over the phone. But I didn’t. Because I’m a Gen X businesswoman who still believes in the power of face-to-face conversation. There’s something irreplaceable about sitting down with someone and talking through the things that truly mattered to them. Emails and calls have their place—but they can never replace the depth and nuance of real connection.

What sets my approach apart is that your event doesn’t just belong to you—it becomes mine, too. I take personal ownership of every detail, every decision, every emotion that fills the day. I care about your event just as much as I care about you. Because to me, this isn’t just a job. I am a relationship-driven person, and each event is an extension of that passion.

You are the writer of your story. You planned it. You dreamed it. You shaped it. I’m the one who comes in, gathers all the moving parts and people, and ensures that everything runs in harmony with your vision. That’s the role I proudly play—and it’s a role rooted in service and heart.

These feedback meetings aren’t about stroking an ego or collecting compliments. They’re about understanding, learning, and staying grounded in what matters most: connection. It’s why I got into this business in the first place—to help bring people together, to celebrate moments that matter, and to never stop growing as a person and as a professional.

Events are fleeting, but relationships endure. And for me, that’s what makes every gathering so deeply meaningful.

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