*Originally posted October 13th, 2019
When it’s your lifestyle, it never “turns off”. It simply is your way of being.
You can be present and still have the habit of stopping what you’re doing to write a post when something pops into your mind.
You can still relax and remember to take a photo that you intend on posting for your brand.
It’s not made up. It’s not like you’re pretending, not even a little bit, actually. It just becomes a part of the way you live your life. So much so that you don’t even have to think about it. It just becomes a natural thing you do.
It’s something you have to make space for at first. As you’re learning to balance things a little differently than you’ve ever known before in order to make this freedom based lifestyle your reality, you have to start making space to pay attention. Space to notice the little things. Space to be present. Space to hear the messages you’re meant to hear and in turn share what you’re meant to share. Continue reading “The Method To My Madness” →
*Originally Published July 12, 2019
I took my first business trip when I was 20. I was working for a Risk Management company at the time and the team I was a part of worked for one of the nation’s largest waste management companies. The division I worked for hosted their yearly training in Las Vegas and I was able to go. All expenses paid. It was amazing.
Second time ever being on a plane, first time ever traveling alone. Looking back now I don’t remember having the awareness of how great of an opportunity that was. Continue reading “My First Business Trip” →
10 hours in the car, lots to unpack and put away before jumping into a little work before I can finally go to bed after what feels like the longest day ever.
I knew I barely had anything in the fridge because I was gone for 10 days so I cleaned it out before I left. I also knew I wouldn’t want to go to the grocery store tonight… so I could have just eaten something out of the freezer or some ramen or went through a drive thru but instead I planned ahead.
Continue reading “Intention” →
I went into my trip feeling cloudy and physically weak, exhausted and almost numb mentally.
It was like I had been doing what needed to be done every day, I was connecting with my clients and helping them grow but I was just standing there. Over Analyzing everything in my space. Not really sure anymore where I needed or wanted to go from here.
I cried the morning I left. I felt sick. I was scared. and I cried at my kitchen table. And then again in the Jeep as I was gassing up. And crying isn’t something I do very often…ya know, because I’m super tough. Rawr.
Continue reading “Gathering Bones” →
I am truly grateful for this life. For the ups and downs. For the joy and confusion. For the light and the dark. For the lessons and the struggles. For the highest of highs and for the lowest of lows.
When the fog sets in, I don’t get mad. I look around. I look within. I look deep. It forces you to have to look harder to see what is really going on. The fog is a sign that you need to look harder. That maybe you need to stand in that same spot for a bit in order to truly absorb what you’re meant to.
Continue reading “THE MOUNTAINS ARE CALLING” →
When I say I am creating the life of my dreams, I mean it. But that doesn’t mean I always have a crystal clear view of what it all looks like in detail.
I have an outline, a guideline, an idea…but more importantly a FEELING. I know how I want to feel in my business, in my life, in my love. I know what I won’t settle for. I know what I want. I know what I’m willing to compromise on and what I’m not.
And I know that I CAN and WILL have it.
I remember the first time Tony told me he was just waiting for me to meet people I fit with from my space and move somewhere else.
Continue reading “Are You Missing Something Simply Because You’re Not Looking?” →
Patterns. They’re a tricky thing…Something we do each time a certain situation presents itself in our lives. Something that is our “normal” reaction. But not like shivering when you’re cold kind of reaction, like drastic, sometimes life altering reactions that we make subconsciously to either shield ourselves from something or make us feel safe again.
Lately, I’ve been experiencing a lot of new things. Well, finding myself in positions I haven’t found myself in many years.
So currently when I’ve found myself standing in these sort of “uncharted territories”, I’ve taken this as an opportunity to look around and see what my natural reaction is (or what I would have done 10 years ago when I was in this spot) and then dissect WHY that is my reaction or where my subconscious naturally takes me. Continue reading “Patterns” →
I HAVE A TAN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 2 YEARS. And it wasn’t sprayed on..
I’ve gotten more vitamin D in the past 3 weeks than I have in 2 years.
What does that matter?
Well, last summer I was rocking the total ghost pale skin tone all the way through the end of the summer. Which means that I wasn’t getting out. Like at all.
Continue reading “Switching Things Up” →
Wednesday I booked a flight. Thursday I jumped on a plane.
I landed in Vegas without much of a plan. I knew I needed to drive to some small town in the middle of the desert by Friday morning but that’s it. That’s all I knew.
I didn’t know a time.
I didn’t know the place to meet.
I didn’t know where I was going to sleep or what to expect.
And for the girl who always has a super detailed plan, this was weird… at first. BUT the moment I sat on that plane I felt something different…. I felt FREE.
And that feeling stayed all weekend. I felt completely free. Continue reading “Freedom” →
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” →