I’ve been a little quiet lately, I know but sometimes when life is happening and it’s not just MY story to tell… as things transpire I have to keep it to myself. As I’ve been learning to mesh my life with that of another amazing human and an equally amazing kiddo and navigate it all so everyone is being served and everything is flowing, I’ve lost a little bit of my voice.
When I sit to write and reflect, the writing part hasn’t been happening as often. Simply because my brain needs the reflection and quiet time more now than it ever has before.
Talk about a whirlwind. The past couple of months have been just that. Insanely rewarding and my heart is so full but equally exhausting at the same time. And I miss my voice. I miss my platform and today, today the words started to flow for the first time in a long time and it felt GOOD.
It’s all slowly falling into place so I felt called to give ya’ll a little update and let you know I’m still here. Still building. Still creating. Still manifesting my reality. Still helping my clients. Still active in my groups.
I think maybe without really meaning to I’ve been silently preparing for what feels like a comeback… even though I haven’t fallen, not even a little bit.
Regardless, it’s about to go down… in the most magical and amazing way possible so stay tuned.
Wow. My life is weird…. and I freaking love it.
So I was just looking at the training schedule for my Incubator course that’s currently running (that 3 month pod group I launched a couple months ago) and seeing how the calls will fit around my moving date as it’s quickly approaching and it just hit me….
3 months ago I knew I was looking for something but I didn’t know what it was. I had recently met a man and went from single to in a seriously amazing soul connected relationship in like 5 minutes because well… that’s how I manifested this shit to happen, ask any of my friends. I wanted to skip the dating games and go right for the real time.
That’s what we’ve done and I couldn’t be happier. But the crazy thing is to think that just a few months ago moving to a different state wasn’t even on my radar… not even a little bit. Until in a single moment I just realized that it’s where I needed to be, where I wanted to be, where my soul had been searching for and that was that. Continue reading “Intuitive Knowing”
Grace. It’s a name I always said I would give my daughter, if I ever have one. But lately it’s become something I’ve been giving myself more regularly and in turn realizing that I have been greatly depriving myself of so much joy and space by not doing so sooner.
I’ve discovered that through giving yourself a little grace you allow yourself to truly feel what you need to feel when you need to feel it. Through grace I’ve discovered that pressuring yourself on a tight deadline every single day is the opposite of what creates the flow and alignment we all so desperately seek.
Through practicing grace I’ve discovered that if we choose to not only honor who we are and what we need but also give ourselves the compassion and space necessary to truly blossom into our greatest potential. Continue reading “Grace”
NEWSFLASH: You’re allowed to feel pretty and you’re allowed to share a photo of yourself that you like simply because you like it.
It doesn’t have to meet anyone’s standards or fit within the guidelines of what anyone else thinks is appropriate.
It’s your life.
It’s your body.
You can be smart
and a massive boss
all while still being sexy
All. At. The. Same. Time.
You don’t have to trade one for the other, EVER. Continue reading “You’re Allowed to Feel Pretty”
Today I walked a Labyrinth.
Before today I didn’t even know what that meant. Or what it was.
But I can tell you that I was divinely guided to find this space on this day.
Here’s why; I’ve been having quite the rollercoaster ride lately. Lots of realizations, changes, shifts, and all the feelings. But I guess that the deeper you go, the more you dig, the more “woke” you get, sometimes that’s just a normal part of your day to day.
So, this morning I just felt uneasy, for no real reason why. I did my normal routine, got grounded, pulled cards, made the bed, sat with Bonnie, journaled with my coffee, read my book, listened to my drums, but still couldn’t kick it.
Somewhere around 11am I stopped for a minute and realized that I could barely even remember any of the things I had done that day, without really stopping to think hard about it.
It was like I was in a trance.
Continue reading “Labyrinth”
Listen, some days are going to be… trying to say the least.
Some days you’ll have a constant conversation with yourself in your head about what is a story and what is the truth.
Because your mind will try to play tricks on you. It will bring up any old past shit that it thinks “might” explain a situation in order to try and “protect” you but it’s up to you to be self-aware enough to look that shit in the face and decipher if its fact or fiction.
Sometimes those subconscious things really are legit and a great device to point out things that need your attention… But sometimes they are totally off. In fact, a lot of times they are based on things that have nothing at all to do with the current situation and are 100% a fabricated story inside of your head.
So what happens if you believe that story? Continue reading “Self-Awareness”
“Because despite all the IG posts and feel good hashtags, you know you’re a fucking failure.”
That’s a line out of the the latest love letter from my stalker I received recently. This same woman has been creating fake accounts and email addresses for years to try and get to me.
It started years ago when I took a permanent stance as the woman on the arm of a “local celebrity” that she thought was supposed to be hers. From numerous letters in the mail, to texts from ghost numbers, to calls at my old place of employment telling me that she found my dog on the side of the highway, to over 20 fake social media accounts created in order to keep tabs on me, you name it… she’s done it.
When this email came through, I literally laughed out loud. Then instantly moved it into the folder labeled “stalkers” I have in my inbox that holds all of the hate mail I have received over the years. Continue reading “My Stalker”