Happiness is a choice.
I say that a lot and people who battle depression and/or anxiety tell me I’m wrong. That the choice of happiness is out of their control. Being someone who deals with anxiety, I understand how much more difficult it is to flip your mindset when these emotions try to take over.
And sometimes it wins. Sometimes you can’t shut it up in time and you go into a spiral of doubt and guilt and questioning everything. Even if you logically know none of what your emotions are telling you is at all truth, it’s still very present and grows almost at a rapid rate.
Continue reading “Anxiety”
I went to catch up with a friend this morning, we met outside of the restaurant and I yelled my normal, “WHAT’S UPPPP!” greeting across the lot. As we were walking in, he replied “Well apparently EVERYTHING. You have a lot to tell me, huh?”
“Yep. All of the things are happening.”
“Like all of the things… at the same time.”
“Ya know, all of the things all in about 5 minutes. Yes. Quick and fast, just how I like it. You know I’m impatient.” I said jokingly.
And as we were seated to enjoy our usual, but massively overdue breakfast date, I went on to tell him about the huge realizations I’ve uncovered recently, the changes in my business structure, the fact that I met a man, fell in love basically instantly, and within days from now will be cohabitating with said man… in a different state.
Continue reading “Patience Has Nothing To Do With It”
Be willing to do the inner work, the deep healing work.
I mean looking under every rock, under every excuse you’ve ever made, under every lie you’ve ever told, under every pattern you’ve ever repeated, on every ounce of self-doubt or fear or negative thought you have about yourself. It means looking under every moment that sticks out to you at all.
It’s listening to your inner voice while being self-aware enough to recognize when your subconscious is trying to battle you with intentions that no longer serve you and then being willing to shine a flashlight into the darkness and uncover why.
It’s not pretty. Continue reading “True Freedom”
“My private clients hire me because of who I am, how I live, and what I share. They are ready. They are confident in the process. They are so sure that they barely ask any questions, they just know inside of them that they need to hire me. My ideal clients seek me out and come to me ready, willing, and able to invest time, energy, and money in themselves. My ideal clients show up now. They can feel this space I’ve created for them and they are ready to fill it.
They are such beautiful souls, so driven, yet so in search of something different… something more… something calm and peaceful yet powerful and profound. They know in their souls that I am the person to help guide them through their journey and they show up fully to allow me to do just that.
My soul mate clients open their hearts and minds to me and allow me to help them navigate through the shifts they’re looking to create in order to fully release and live life on their terms.
Continue reading “A Journal Entry”
Today was full. It was a lot. My brain feels a little mushy right now, to be honest, but I also feel extremely grateful.
I decided to hibernate this week. I decreased my social media use by 90%. I have turned my phone off most of the day each day. I pushed back my client calls and prerecorded my group trainings instead of hosting them live. Continue reading “Surrender”
So many people ask me how I get motivated to write, or go to the gym, or do my work even though I really don’t have anyone to answer to but myself.
And the answer is, I’m not always motivated.
I don’t always want to.
It’s not always convenient or exciting.
But I do it anyway.
Honestly, I don’t even allow myself another option anymore. Continue reading “What If You Just Did It Anyway?”
The past few years I’ve spent the majority of my time alone.
A lot of it by choice, a lot of it simply because I refuse to “fill” my space just for the sake of filling it.
The past few summers it feels like I’m either spending the weekends traveling, surrounded by people, living the dream and feeling so full or I’m home, by myself, feeling full but also wishing someone was there.
Wishing might not be the right word. But honestly I’m not even sure any of this is going to make sense or even truly get my point across. I’ve been thinking about writing on the topic for a long time but could never find the words to really describe this strange state I find myself in a lot of the time.
Continue reading “Time Alone”