“My Response to every situation is “it’s all good” because even if it isn’t, I’m going to make sure it will be.
I saw this quote on a post this morning and screamed “YES!”
Because it’s true. I’m confident in that statement because I’ve seen me do it.
I have a long list of proof that I am completely capable of making sure that things work out. Tons of evidence that I will always handle my business and make things happen.
So that is why I rarely get worked up anymore. I look at the challenge, the bump in the road and think “Okay universe, I see you. Now let’s get to the solution” and that’s what I do. Adjust where I need to adjust, roll with the punches, and keep pushing through.
But here is the common misconception around this statement “It’s all good”… I say that and people think I just don’t care. Or I’m not concerned. Or I don’t worry about the outcome. Or that I’m so caught up in my own stuff that I don’t see reality.
And you couldn’t be more wrong. Continue reading “My Response to Every Situation”
Do you remember that scene in Sweet Home Alabama where Reese Witherspoon’s character is sitting in the coon dog cemetery and she looks up at Jake and tells him how she loves her life in New York but then she goes back to her home town and that just fits too?
Well that’s how I feel.
That’s how I’ve always felt. Continue reading “Live Life On Purpose”
ALL MY FRIENDS ARE GUYS …. I can feel the eye rolls from here but hear my out…
I quit saying that phrase a long time ago because I know what everyone automatically assumes when I say it… Ya know, because everyone is exactly the same and because society told you that all chicks who says “all my guys are friends” is actually a whore who sneaks into the lives of boys and wants to steal them from their girlfriends and get lots of attention and have lots of sex with said “friends”.
FALSE. Continue reading “One of the Guys”
“Build Your Empire”… WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN??
I say it a lot, I’m not going to lie. But I was just thinking about it today and I wonder if anyone actually knows what it means.
It’s thrown around… A LOT.
Like “hustle” and “authentic”, it’s become a super sexy phrase to use. But just like those other words its meaning has gotten twisted.
Or has it?
Because let’s be real, HUSTLE means something totally different to me than it does to other people. I still use the word but not in the context that a lot of people do now. I hustle out work every day, but on my terms. That doesn’t mean I’m hunched over a desk in a dark room miserable for 12 hours a day.
Am I working 12 hours a day? Ya sometimes. But it’s in the car. On the patio. In my bed snuggled with my pups. It’s at the coffee shop. In the line at the grocery store. Sitting at a table sipping wine. Continue reading “Build Your Empire”
“Where do you come up with this stuff?”
I’ve been asked this several times in regards to my posts, coffee thoughts, videos, etc.
Some people sit down and come up with their content for an entire month. They plan it out, write everything at once and then schedule to sprinkle out as the month passes.
There’s nothing wrong with that, but that’s not how I operate. Continue reading “Sharing My Message”
Dear Friends, Family, Acquaintances, Everyone: QUIT TRYING TO FIT ME INTO A BOX.
First off, for those of you who support me, THANK YOU. From the bottom of my heart, Thank you for the love, the encouraging words, all of the likes, comments, and shares. It truly means the world to me to have your support. It means the world to me that you take the time to connect with me and see my soul as well as show me yours.
But I’d like to make one thing REALLY clear… I’d still be standing here, doing this very thing even if you didn’t support me at all.
This isn’t about you. It’s about me being ME. FREE to truly and 100% ME.
But there are a few things I have to make clear: Continue reading “Quit Trying To Fit Me In A Box”
I keep this photo on my refrigerator door so I see it every day.
Not because that’s my goal body like most people would assume. (It’s pre-boob job and pre-squat for the booty so no, trust me it’s not my goal body)
I keep it there as a reminder of when I first got a taste of TRUE FREEDOM.
I’m 18 years old in this picture. Standing on the beach in San Diego.
This was the first time I had traveled alone.
The first time I put my toes in the Pacific Ocean.
The first time I had traveled West at all actually. Continue reading “My Photo on the Refrigerator”