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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...
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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...
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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....
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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...
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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...
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In our home, we have a motto: Everything is meaningful and nothing matters at all. An ocean breeze. Salty air and the crash of waves. The way jasmine both gently and unapologetically occupies its air space. New pens and a fresh sketchbook. A cold glass of something fermented. When your...
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“Pretty okay.” From 2015-2017 I traversed what I hope will be the heaviest shadow phase I will encounter—an amalgamation of my ex husband’s multiple affairs, my debilitating back injury, and everything that accompanied those traumas. It was a challenging time. A transformative time. A time when asked, “how are...
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Like many young girls, I wasn’t nurtured with resilience against shame. I wasn’t directly and specifically nurtured towards shame by my parents, but when you come of age in a culture that is laced with shame around women’s bodies and sexuality in general, resilience is necessary if you are...
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The human tendency to cling to things past their expiration date is a perverse form of suffering that is born from the fear of that which is perpetually unknown—we hold on because we think we need certainty and permanence and all manner of fairy tale endings in order to...
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My heart, resilient and relentless creature that she is, broke and repaired herself a myriad times between 2013 and 2017. If you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time, you probably know I was married—and it didn’t go exactly as planned, to say the least. There was a lot...
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