Seven Ways to Come Home to YourSELF

Seven Ways to Come Home to YourSELF

by | Jan 5, 2023 | Authenticity

When I was a teenager, I had a Successories (remember those?) framed quote that I kept on my nightstand. It said: “Courage: Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” -Anonymous It always resonated with me so deeply....
Ungrounded {a poem}

Ungrounded {a poem}

by | Dec 1, 2020 | Authenticity

Writing is a HUGE part of my self-care. When I’m feeling stuck or off or overwhelmed, I can often write my way home. Here’s a poem I wrote recently about feeling UNGROUNDED. A feeling that I imagine many people are experiencing these days, without the same...
Does everything feel like a mess RN?

Does everything feel like a mess RN?

by | Nov 3, 2020 | Authenticity

“To find and live your unfolding heart’s desire, your deepest truth, requires burning. It requires falling in love with your own mess.” – Jennifer Louden   Falling in love with your own mess. When I read that, I felt it deeply. A wave of relief washed over...

I Knew I Was a Perfectionist When…

by | Jun 26, 2020 | Authenticity

I knew I was a perfectionist from a very early age. In this video, I share my first memory of my perfectionism, and the very important lessons I’ve learned over the years as I learned to unsubscribe from my inner critic’s fears. If you’re ready to...
What Are You Proud Of?

What Are You Proud Of?

by | Jul 12, 2019 | Authenticity

He asked us to close our eyes and imagine a moment of pride. I was utterly surprised when I was transported to a cold December night in my memory. I sat across the table from my grandfather at the pub. We were sharing a meal before his annual Christmas concert. He was...
Trying to be Perfect

Trying to be Perfect

by | Apr 8, 2019 | Authenticity

As the door closed and my parents’ disappointed faces disappeared from my view, I got really focused. My mission? To prove that they must have gotten it wrong. I really was perfect, and all was actually well. I was mortified. I had reached the ripe old age of 7...