UNBECOMING GIVES BIRTH TO THE WINGS
TRADING CAGES FOR CIRCLES
I’m 25 pounds over the ideal weight that I stayed at for decades. I’m now coloring my hair every three weeks to hide the white hair that used to be gray.
And I have never been more comfortable in my own skin~in my entire life.
I’m actually excited to see this extra weight leave my body because it was here to teach me a lesson that I have since learned, but I’m not stressed about it. I don’t even recognize my physical body right now but it’s OK because in an awesome way I also don’t recognize my spiritual, emotional nor my mental self. I’ve expanded in all ways, I suppose…
THE DEFINITION OF FEMALE
They say if you look at your inner circle and you aren’t inspired then you don’t have a circle, you have a cage.
You’ve likely already heard it said that we are the average of the five people we spend the most time with.
Many of us have a lot of connections and a lot of friends but who is in your inner circle? Who are the people you go to when you need spiritual guidance? Business mentorship? When you need authentic feedback that’s not just going to make your ego feel good?
I’m so proud of the relationships I have.
I truly have solid friendships with many women inside and outside of my work family. True friends…
UNEDITED AND NOT SORRY
We are not defined by the success of our kids. We are not our childhood nor our paycheck. The lies we’ve told ourselves have nothing on our truth. We are not defined by our weight, our hair, our dimply thighs, our mistakes, our failed marriages, our stretch marks, nor our fear.
We are not our husbands.
Our value is infinite and deafens the highlight reel with its whisper. The number of social media followers has nothing to do with reality—it’s a mirage that we nod to without giving up our power…
NEW YEAR. BEST ME.
Oh just chillin in my pjs—unshowered, with the remnants of last night's make-up on my unwashed face....wearing my new engagement ring! Is it a re-engagement ring? GAH! I cannot believe it.
Whatever it’s called, it’s my own design (oval cut with simple baguette/stud band) yet selected with love and enthusiasm from my hubs. We both work hard and we both invested in this, yet he surprised me at dinner last night (I had no idea it was ready) and proposed to me all over again. I love that he could barely get the words out as his emotions flowed out of him and into me…
WHAT IF NO ONE CARED? Still want to?
New Year, Best Me.
In these photos I was 20 pounds lighter &
and strong as EVER—and if you had told me that three years later I’d be physically weak and squishy yet spiritually and emotionally fit, I would have laughed in disbelief.
Yet, here I am. Soft, stiff, clothes that don’t fit—yet my heart, mind and soul at their highest peak thus far.
How can that be?
If you worry that you can't be, do or have something because you're not ________ enough, or because you don't deserve it, or because the past shows you that you rarely get what you want, just stop. What would you say if your child, or any child whispered or boldly declared his or her desire, dream or wish? Would you say, "listen, kid, you're not ______ enough. You don't deserve to have that, it's unrealistic that you'll ever become that, so just forget it."
WHEN BEING THE IT GIRL DIES
What kind of life could you have if you became a detective hell bent on collecting evidence every day, to support the notion that your life is INCREDIBLE, AMAZING and something to CELEBRATE?
Most of us spend our days collecting evidence to support the opposite—even if we don’t realize it. Our brains are designed to search for what’s wrong.....so if we want different results in any are of life we need to reprogram them to search for what’s RIGHT.
FOR ALL MOMMAS IN THE TRENCHES
After enormous success in my industry I had an awakening. Not the spiritual kind. Like a knock your teeth out kind of awakening. Although this fall from the top felt sudden, it wasn’t. It had slowly been happening and I was too busy to slow down and notice…I forgot to breathe and never truly opened my eyes. There were certainly messengers along the way trying to warn me of what was about to unfold and I ignored them. All of them. Repeatedly. Exhaustion, frustration, people telling me to slow down. I ignored them out of scarcity and fear. I was the “it girl” winning all of the awards and traveling across North America showing people what to do and how to do it.
Today I took my fourteen year old and my friend’s four year old for ice cream and as I watched them interact, I fantasized about having another child. Another go around, just one more baby.
My day dream was interrupted when I suddenly found myself right smack in the middle of a large group of young women and their high energy toddlers. I was surrounded like a bowl of warm milk in a kindle of stray kittens.
I’ve been a professional almost finisher. Whether it’s decorating, organizing, or reading a book, I usually get to “almost finished” and then, I stop. I don’t call it quitting because I have every intention of going back to the task at hand. It’s usually around mile 14 of 16. Not during lift off, not half way. I almost always stop right before the best part. I see something shiny which gives me an excuse to not finish. To not fail. Perhaps it’s a twisted way to keep myself from experiencing the satisfaction of seeing a finished work. Who knows, but either way, I usually don’t finish projects. I put the project on a shelf of sorts in the library of fear and perfectionism and immerse myself in something new and call it “ADD”….