Life experience

Life experience

I don’t really get the whole “I need to lock myself in a cabin alone in the woods for a month so I can write” thing. I know people do it. I know it can work. And yet, I doubt it will ever work for me.
I need to experience life in order to be inspired. I need connection and relationships.
I need the feelings that come from that first bolt of lightening as you look into clear blue eyes, the feeling of being bear hugged by someone who loves you, or of my cheek muscles aching from laughing so much. And yes, sometimes even the pain of mismatched expectations to give contrast and context to the joy.

Finding your purpose

Finding your purpose

This being of service thing can be super conflicting. You have a purpose. Maybe you know what it is. Maybe you’re still figuring that part out. But you sure as hell know that you weren’t put on this Earth to do nothing.

And so you know it has to do with service. You know it’s to do with leaving the world a better place than you found it but…you also want to have a good time whilst you’re here.

Everything is perfect

Everything is perfect

Everything is perfect. Everything is perfect. Everything is perfect.

Even when it’s hard. Even when there are tears. Even when it’s awesome and super scary all at the same time.

The True You Collective

The True You Collective

Sometimes, I write lots of words. They flow so easily I barely even notice I’m writing them. And other times, I stare at the screen hoping for inspiration because I have so much to say but the words won’t come.

And sometimes you just have to sit with the pain

And sometimes you just have to sit with the pain

And sometimes you just have to sit with the pain. Let her do her thing and burn herself out. Let the feelings wash over you and cleanse you of the imbalance and ground you into a greater sense of knowing who you are.