Tag: risk

Because it doesn’t remind me of anything…

Stressed? Anxious? Don’t know what to do? 1: Put your headphones in 2: Put on La Traviata 3: Start vacuuming 4: yes, your whole house is clean and it’s only Act II 5: keep going, dust 6: by now you’re ready to cook some healthy food 7: Enjoy Act III 8: This is especially helpful

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California: Day 3 — Downtime, Lunch With A View and Lessons in Trust

One way I epically failed in my recent relationship was in the realm of trust. I’m never afraid to admit when I show up in ways I wish I had not. There’s also no real reason to beat myself up over what I consider failing. First and foremost I failed myself and that’s part of

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Are you a writer or a storyteller? The shift in perspective might help unblock your creative flow. Here are 6 ways that help me JUST WRITE! 

Allow yourself freedom within your written word.  I held myself up for years worrying if my writing would be perfect, if people would like it, why I wanted to write, what I wanted to write and more blocks than I can even think of now.  I had a great talk with a spiritual guide and

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Coffee House Heartache, Starting The Book, Getting Out Of My Routine to Heal, and knowing I’m going to get really raw & vulnerable in the name of finding mySelf and leading you to yours. (5min read)

The birthing of a book started today and this is an excerpt from the first chapter. Near the end of the first chapter where I already laid a lot of groundwork on things you may not understand when reading this bit. However, I hope you enjoy. Although my blog will not contain much from the book itself… I hope you find it interesting and I will keep you posted as it builds, grows and becomes. Thank you for reading and I would love your words of encouragement in the comments! It’s not easy putting it all out there yet I’ve found it creates an amazing space for us all to heal, feel less alone and find the ability to embrace our uniqueness.

I’m Not Giving Up On Love

At the moment, the love of my life feels lost to me. The connection is severed and it’s most painful. I’m sure for him as much as me. That’s love… it’s not all about me. I can grow from my wounds regardless, yet I hate to know my love is wounded. That’s hugely raw, real

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