*That's Amy to my right & she's AMAZINGGG :)* Reader, Iâll be real with you. I was never much of a 'journaler'. Sitting down with a notebook always felt forced to me. So when I asked my good friend Amy to join me as a practitioner for our space, KNOWING that journaling was her thing... I was intrigued. I have a ton of excuses as to why I don't journal. It's also never been "intuitive for me", and always thought it was supposed to look a certain way. Since I have been in her presence and...
15 days ago â˘Â 1 min read
Reader, You know those moments when an emotion hits hard: grief, anger, anxiety, sadness...and your first instinct is either to shove it down or let it consume you? Neither one really gives us the freedom weâre looking for. Instead of fighting your emotions or getting swallowed by them, try this check-in: Step 1: Ask yourself: Am I willing to accept this?Not âdo I like itâ or âdo I want it here forever,â but simply: Am I willing to allow it to exist right now? This is where we honor whatâs...
22 days ago â˘Â 1 min read
Hey hey, Reader, Our Facebook group turned FIVE YEARS OLD a few months ago and it's honestly wild to me...the amount of love and community that have been shared there is so special, and I am really ready to revitalize this space into what's next for all of you.For some time now, this group has been pretty stagnant. Putting the podcast on hold for the last few months has shown that to be true, but I know there is value in having an online space.As I have gotten clear on who I am and what I...
28 days ago â˘Â 2 min read
Reader, weâre taught from a young age that safety comes from sticking to the plan. The map feels comforting: dotted lines, clear markers, a ârightâ way forward. But hereâs the thing, babe: the map was drawn by someone else. Parents. Teachers. Society. And while it might have guided them, it was never meant to chart your unique path. Thatâs why your body starts to rebel. You wake up with a heaviness in your chest before heading into the job that âshouldâ make you happy. You picture the house,...
about 1 month ago â˘Â 1 min read
Hey Reader, Think back to when you first noticed the rules. Maybe it was at the dinner table, when you were told to lower your voice while your brother was praised for being bold.Maybe it was at school, when speaking up got you labeled âbossyâ while silence earned you a gold star.Or maybe it was later, when you dimmed your light in relationships because shining too brightly made someone else uncomfortable. Little by little, you learned the choreography: smile when youâd rather scream, nod...
about 1 month ago â˘Â 1 min read
Hey Reader, Hereâs what I didnât see coming the first time we did this ritual last year (click the links throughout this email to see the different pieces of our ritual!): It started off playful. Everyone picked their pumpkin like it was a treasure hunt â big ones, small ones, perfectly round or a little crooked. Some wrote "anxiety" on theirs. Others scribbled "fear", "existential rage", or even a personâs name. We laughed about it. It felt lighthearted. And then the smashing began..... One...
about 2 months ago â˘Â 1 min read
Picture this: your boss (or maybe your mom, your partner, your friend) asks you for âjust one more thing.â Youâre already drowning, but before you even take a breath, the word is out of your mouth: Yes. Later that night, youâre lying awake, replaying it all: Why didnât I just say no? Hereâs the truth: discernment shows up in boundaries. Itâs the pause between the ask and the answer. Itâs the quick body checkâtight chest? heavy sigh?âthat tells you your âyesâ is really a âno.â But conditioning...
about 2 months ago â˘Â 1 min read
Women have been taught that our anger is dangerous. From the time we were little, we got the message loud and clear.... good girls donât yell. They donât slam doors.They donât get âtoo emotional.â Anger was painted as ugly, shameful, even unlovable. So we buried it.We swallowed the lump in our throat.We clenched our jaw and forced the smile.We carried it inside until it carved deep grooves of resentment, exhaustion, and disconnect. But hereâs the thing no one told us: anger is f**king holy....
about 2 months ago â˘Â 1 min read
Have you ever looked back on a relationship (romantic or otherwise) and thought: I saw the red flags. I knew better. Why didnât I listen? Thatâs the betrayal we donât talk about. Not the betrayal of someone else breaking your trust, but the ache of realizing you betrayed yourself. You silenced your gut. You hid the parts of you that felt âtoo much.â You kept showing up as the watered-down version of yourself just to keep the connection alive. When we mute our instincts, we never get to find...
about 2 months ago â˘Â 1 min read