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Authenticity is a topic that comes up often in my work. It’s highly relevant to our business, our relationships, and the way in which we show up in our everyday lives. I often get asked, “How do you learn how to show up authentically?” In formulating responses to this...
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“Damn, your hair grows so fast,” he said. Close to 2 inches of silver this time. It’s been 7 weeks since my last visit. Orlando has been my colorist for the past few years. I first came to see him when I was dying my hair shades of purple,...
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When you’ve become accustomed to love feeling like loneliness—to crying into your pillow each night despite the warm body lying next to you—experiencing true connection can be unsettling, at first. You’ve bled yourself dry and forgotten how to receive; you’ve become so unfortunately familiar with misery that happiness seems...
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Turn off the TV. Put down your phone. Pick up a book. A pen. A paintbrush. String words together and call it a poem. Slide playfully around the hardwood floor in your socks and call it dancing. Flip a record; listen with rapture as the needle circles the empty...
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Your bones. Your breath. Your body. Your business. Every inch from teeth to toenails—every wrinkle, every dimple, every curve, every scar, every detail—yours. Yours to live in with power. Yours to inhabit with love. Yours to adorn and express in any manner you deem necessary, in whichever way you desire....
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Misfit. Weirdo. Wild Woman. Witch. Some might perceive these labels as negative or undesirable, but I will take them, wholeheartedly and without an inkling of shame. I am not afraid to hold these monikers as my own, without fear—without a moments hesitation. I have always existed on the fringes...
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Words. And the spaces between them. Nature. Her lessons in letting go. The way she has the power to change your entire state of mind with just a sunset, an autumn breeze, a crash of a wave. Clarity. When you call upon your intuition to help guide you and...
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From 2003-2005 I had approximately 3 CDs in the glove compartment of my Volkswagen Jetta. It was a time when cars still came factory equipped with CD players and tape decks. I was a 21 year old Air Force linguist in training, stationed at the Presidio of Monterey—300 miles away from the...
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I never used to let myself get photographed from behind. As someone who grew up terribly self conscious about her legs, I’d worry about what people would think if they saw my dimpled thighs, self equating my (very natural) cellulite with words like “gross” and “flaw” because this is...
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I stepped on the scale at the doctor’s office the other day—something I rarely do, as I’ve learned through years of healing not to define myself by the number on a scale. There was a period of time when I would remove every article of clothing, take a deep,...
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