Recently, I posted on Facebook that I missed my daughter as her would-have-been birthday approaches. A simple statement of “I can’t believe it’s been so many years and I miss her.” The following day, I got a note from someone who had seen my post
Niceness is highly overrated. Nice would be ok of it actually meant what we want it to mean. But it doesn’t. Nice generally means be quiet. Tone yourself down. Be small. Be people-pleasing. Nice usually means “Don’t rock the boat.” “Don’t make me uncomfortable.” “Don’t
I’ve noticed an interesting theme popping up in my life and with several of my clients lately. We aren’t who we used to be. And we forget that. Over the last couple years personally, I feel like I have to adjust to a new sense
As promised, Part 2 of 13 Things 2014 Has Taught Me! (If you missed Part 1, go here.) 8. Practice Practice Practice Life just works better when I’m consistent with my daily practices – which for me include journaling, reading books on personal growth, running
1. Feel the feelings, but keep on living Newsflash (or, rather, something I’ve spent YEARS learning), I can feel my feelings and not let them rule my life. I can feel completely unmotivated and still get shit done. I can feel sad and still do
Ah, holidays. Family. Friends. Giving. Celebration. Chaos. Mega Emotions. Grief. Stress. I imagine there are some people in the world who find the holiday season to be one of pure delight and cheerfulness and joy. I’d like to meet those people some day and learn
So, what does food have to do with authenticity and being true to oneself? Well, for me, apparently a lot. Food and I have had difficulty getting along most of my life. Well, actually it’s more the food I like or don’t like not getting
I used to whisper her name to myself over and over again. “Grace. Grace. My Grace. Grace.” Her name was a lifeline that I desperately clung to through the waves of grief and pain and rage and sorrow that swamped me. Her name was my manta.
It’s been an…interesting week. Lots of ups and downs. Emotional meltdowns. Pulling myself back together. Rinse and repeat. The truth is that’s pretty much been my life for most of the past year. I’m in my first year of my own business and it is
Each week I send out a “Love Note” email on Wednesdays. (Want in? Click here.) It’s part of the usual routine. Each Tuesday is writing day and I get it written and ready to go out at 6am Wednesday morning. This week’s love note was late.