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Have you ever wanted something so badly, while simultaneously believing that you can’t have it? That you’ll never “get there?” That it’s just not possible for you? I got my first muscle up at 35 years old, with absolutely no gymnastics background, and two herniated discs that sometimes inhibit...Read more
The best part about being an empath is feeling everyone else’s feelings. The worst part is feeling everyone else’s feelings. As an empath, a healer, and a Highly Sensitive Person, it can be easy to be overwhelmed by other people’s emotions. Before I learned how to manage this gift,...Read more
PICTURE THIS: You’re so hype on your own damn life. You’re doing work that brings meaning to your life and adds value to others. You go to bed every night believing that you did enough—that you are enough. You’re well rested. Hydrated. Moisturized. Magic lives within your bones. You...Read more
Sunday morning, 0845, I opened my eyes and drew the curtains to wash the bedroom with late morning light. I slept until I felt like waking, made coffee, and then proceeded to lounge around in my robe and do absolutely nothing for the next few hours. In our perfectionist...Read more
In every moment you are BECOMING —and in those moments you have a choice: to become who you think you’re supposed to be, based on societal standards of beauty, success, and status—or to become more of your authentic yourself, the version of you that shows up unapologetically and courageously,...Read more
I sat in my car and cried before picking up my son last night. It was a rough Tuesday—the kind in which the Universe trolled me hard from multiple angles. Nothing went as planned. Technology was not my friend. My kid got injured at school (he’s okay). I received...Read more
You’re allowed to feel your own damn joy. It might feel foreign. Or selfish. Or scarce. Or indulgent. Or uncomfortable—at first. Maybe you’re unaccustomed to joy because you’ve been steeped in shadows. Maybe you’ve seen too much pain. Maybe joy reaches out for you and you stand firm with...Read more
Five years ago, if you’d told me I’d be reading tarot for a living, I would’ve laughed right in your face. A lot can change in five years, five weeks, five minutes. Five years ago, for example, I didn’t know I was marrying a sociopathic, abusive narcissist who would...Read more
Sometimes I need to be reminded of who I am. There are periods—days, weeks even—when I feel off kilter, untethered, floating above myself, wandering in the void. Lately I’ve been tired—soul tired, bone tired. I’ve felt the discomfort of being IN BETWEEN. In between projects. In between living spaces....Read more
I googled, “how to start a blog.” It was 2008 and I was itching for a creative outlet. After years of building a successful personal training business, I realized that although I loved my work, I had neglected my creativity for far too long. I’ve been writing since I...Read more
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