Category: Reflecting

I never considered myself the creative type…

I’ve always been “the brain.” Academics were my forte, with a handful of musical talent and a sprinkling of athletic ability. I neverrrrr considered myself the creative type.⠀ ⠀ Math and science, I now realize, made me feel safe. They’re black and white (at… Continue Reading “I never considered myself the creative type…”

An ode to 2020…

  2020 gets some pretty rotten press, and I’m not here to add to it. ⠀ ⠀ This year has held loss, tragedy, fear, illness, pain, hollowness, tears, sadness, anger, and despair…both personal and global.⠀ ⠀ AND…⠀ ⠀ This year has held beauty, healing,… Continue Reading “An ode to 2020…”

That intuitive pull…

Ever struggle to trust yourself? Your thoughts, instincts, and feelings?⠀ ⠀ I do. ⠀ ⠀ For a tangible practice, make a list of every time you had an intuitive pull…no matter how big or small…only to be affirmed later on. Even if you didn’t… Continue Reading “That intuitive pull…”

My dad, the sage…

It’s funny. Growing up, I never considered my dad to be the “intellectual type.” He’s the physical labor, dirt-under-the-nails, salt of the earth, work-alongside-not-bark-orders sort of guy. I now realize intellectual doesn’t always mean suit-and-tie, but I give my younger self a break in… Continue Reading “My dad, the sage…”

My life would be more abundant if…

Finish the following sentence and write/ type your thoughts somewhere you can revisit them tomorrow. ⁣ “My life would be more abundant if I wasn’t a slave to…”⁣ ⁣ Quite the question, ey? If you’re struggling to finish it, let me offer some ideas.… Continue Reading “My life would be more abundant if…”

Our mutual fragility…

Social media is a highlight reel. You know it. I know it. People say it all the time. But sometimes, we need another reminder, and this morning I feel moved. I am humbled daily by the “behind the scenes” stories I know exist. ⁣… Continue Reading “Our mutual fragility…”

Lots of breathing…

This week was about keeping promises to myself, trusting my intuition, playing big, and breathing. Lots of breathing. I’m almost always ready to come home from a trip, no matter how long. This morning, I’m hungry for the sound of waves crashing onto the… Continue Reading “Lots of breathing…”

If only life had a soundtrack…

I was talking on Instagram the other day and mentioned my long-time wish that all of life’s moments could have music…a soundtrack…playing in the background. If there was a job where I got to assign music to every life moment, I’d be ALL OVER… Continue Reading “If only life had a soundtrack…”