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MAGIC IS ALIVE. Magic is a return—to yourself, to Source, to all things earthly and cosmic. Magic is deepening and trusting your intuition; it’s the way you just know, the moments when you think, “of course.” Magic is co-creating with the Universe—collaborating, even as it trolls you. Recognizing there...Read more
I don’t believe that love is all we need. I need honesty. Loyalty. A shared value system. A willingness to talk about the hard things and stick around when things get messy. I need ride or die people in my life, and that’s not just about love. I don’t...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
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
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
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
I bled right through my favorite pants. You know the ones—gold, high waisted, flowy, lookin’ like the sun materialized into a garment so comfortable, so capable that you never want to take them off—the ones I wear pretty much every damn day, which means you’ve likely seen them on...Read more
What I know about confident people is this: They show up in their fullness, no matter what anyone thinks. It’s not that they don’t care what other people think, rather that they are so secure in themselves, their magic, and the way they show up in the world, that...Read more
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