Some Loving Inspiration
Have you ever wanted to give up? I have – many a time… The first time I created an online course, two people enrolled. Right after I decided I was going to stop being crazy around food, my boyfriend (at the time) woke up – in the middle of the night to pee – to find me with a jar of peanut butter and knife in hand, standing in front of the open fridge, peanut butter dripping down my chin… And, just as I was entering my thirties, ...
My husband has a dog named Hunter. OK… let me correct myself. We have a dog named Hunter. You see, when we got together and blended our fur families, I brought my cat and 7-pound rescue chaweenie, Mila (she’s half-dachshund, half-chihuahua), and my husband brought Hunter. Hunter is a 6-year-old, 80-pound American lab. To me – someone whose first dog was and is 7-pounds – Hunter is a very large dog. Upon moving into our first home together, I walked our dogs a lot and then something happened… During one ...
I am not one to easily let go. To give you an idea of this, as a tween, I was obsessed with Celine Dion. I still love her to this day, but you’ll no longer find me holding a hairbrush, lip synching to River Deep, Mountain High. You see, at the time, I wanted to be Celine Dion (…I know). I took singing lessons, joined the choir, performed in my high-school talent show (facepalm), and I bought a keyboard, recording “demo” taps of myself… After some years of this, I ...
This past month has been an emotional rollercoaster for me. All the feelings. All the emotions. All the life stuff. My stomach has been in knots. I haven’t even wanted a Reese’s. You know, those peanut-buttery chocolate coated candies. They’re one of my favorite things, especially the holiday varieties. They come in trees around Christmas, eggs for Easter, hearts for Valentine’s, and I’m not sure if they offer any other holiday-themed options, but I am sure that when I see these special edition packs, I stock up and I hoard ...
Few people know this, but in my twenties, I used to manage a customer service team. Well, okay, I can’t lie to you. I – at first – was “the customer service team.” I was also the company copywriter, newsletter maker, Dietitian, and intern manager. Let’s just say, I wore a lot of hats. As this company grew, and their product sold more and more online, the customer service calls and emails increased to hundreds per day. I needed backup. So I began to hire. I found and hired some ...
There was this client I was working with who was moving through anxiety. At first, she had no idea why anxiety was coming to visit. But to tell you the truth, deep down inside she knew. She just didn’t really want to look at it. But then – she got real quiet – and decided to stop listening to her head and start listening to her heart. Once she did this, she saw her anxiety clearly, but this time without fear. It was … Anxiety of the unknown. Anxiety of ...
Have you ever felt like you’re not enough? Or, that no one in your current circle understands what you’re trying to do? Or, like you just want to throw in the towel, curl up under hundreds of fuzzy blankets, eat popcorn and Reese’s’ pieces, and watch mind-numbing TV, queue (don’t judge me) The Bachelor? Maybe you’re even feeling some of that right now… I know I’ve been in this place … more than once. And if we’re honest with ourselves, I think we’ve all felt not enough at some point ...
In high school, I tried out for the dance team. And not too surprisingly (if you’ve seen my coordination skills), I didn’t make it. So then, I tried out for the basketball team. I played in middle school and figured I was a shoe-in. But I didn’t make that team too. Finally, I tried out for the soccer team and with years of playing, I thought I had a pretty good chance. But I didn’t make that team either. For all of these teams, I was told that I was ...
I love to write. In fact, as a kid, I used to have dreams of writing a fiction book. I even started a neighborhood “magazine” with my childhood bff, Lindsay. I wrote movie reviews, neighborhood news, and “reported” the weather, always a few too many days behind. But I digress… Writing has always been a way for me to feel creative and free and like I was contributing something to the world. But when I started writing my blog, especially as my audience grew, I became nervous. Like super nervous. ...
My Nana is 95-years-old. But, if you ask her how old she is, she’ll tell you that she’s 96. She thinks it makes her sound “wiser.” For real. Ever since she turned 90, she’s been adding on a year to her real age. One time she told me she was two years older than she actually was. Because she was so used to the rounding up by a year, and she still liked adding on a year to sound “wiser.” This has led me to double checking her driver’s license for her ...
