*Originally posted October 10th, 2019
“You’re working on the cruise?! Why??”
“Just turn your phone off and enjoy yourself.”
“What if something work related triggers you and ruins your whole day?”
These are all comments I’ve heard over the past couple of days after I last minute jumped on a boat for the next 10 days… First off, yes, I am working in the ship because my life is my work. It doesn’t feel like work most of the time. Sometimes it does but even in those moments,I’ve created this lifestyle so it’s all just a part of how I do life every day. That doesn’t change no matter where I am. And it’s truly a beautiful thing.
When your work lights up your soul and fuels you, it’s not a thing you “have” to do. It’s something you GET to do! Continue reading “Designing A Life You Love”
*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”
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”