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When Being the It Girl Dies

After enormous success in my industry I had an awakening. Not the spiritual kind. Like a knock your teeth out kind of awakening. Although this fall from the top felt sudden, it wasn’t. It had slowly been happening and I was too busy to slow down and notice…I forgot to breathe and never truly opened my eyes. There were certainly messengers along the way trying to warn me of what was about to unfold and I ignored them. All of them. Repeatedly. Exhaustion, frustration, people telling me to slow down. I ignored them out of scarcity and fear. I was the “it girl” winning all of the awards and traveling across North America showing people what to do and how to do it. In fact my – CONTINUE READING

Big Magic

I’ve been a professional almost finisher. Whether it’s decorating, organizing, or reading a book, I usually get to “almost finished” and then, I stop. I don’t call it quitting because I have every intention of going back to the task at hand. It’s usually around mile 14 of 16. Not during lift off, not half way. I almost always stop right before the best part. I see something shiny which gives me an excuse to not finish. To not fail. Perhaps it’s a twisted way to keep myself from experiencing the satisfaction of seeing a finished work. Who knows, but either way, I usually don’t finish projects. I put the project on a shelf of sorts in the library of fear and perfectionism and immerse myself – CONTINUE READING

Welcome to the club


For no reason, I was in a slump today. Tons to be grateful for, too many blessings to count, yet just off.  And although I felt I couldn’t jump into my cocoon fast enough, just before kicking off my Chucks and climbing into my comfy escape I bellied up to my computer. Within a minute, my eye caught a Facebook post and my internal compass screamed “GO THIS DIRECTION.” And so I did. “It’s Monday! Time to get our Hussle on! 6 am club! So passionate about my life.” This was attached to a meme that read “You can either sleep with your dreams or get up and go after them.”  I’ve heard this before. You have, too. Heck, I’ve likely said it. But then again, I – CONTINUE READING

The antidote

96a1b794b28e3d909fba61fceaf91682So it’s pretty clear that comparing ourselves to others serves no one. That it’s a game with no winner. The jury isn’t out on this one. I teach my kids not to do it, I train my team to avoid it, for crying out loud my pinterest boards and FB posts are full of  “do not compare yourself to others.” It’s said in dozens of clever and catchy ways with visuals that cause me to confidently say “Damn right…never again. Not me.”

Yet here I am, willingly playing the game. Again. Jersey on, drenched in sweat, sitting on the bench. Exhausted, and beat up after a brutal game of “why am I not that?” all because I was unwilling to shift my mindset before getting trampled. Who – CONTINUE READING

The day I admitted I preferred Twinkies over tofu


After years of teaching, preaching and promoting clean eating all over the US and Canada, while all mic’d up like Brittany in front of a crowd of 8000 health conscious wellness warriors, I chose to out myself. It wasn’t in the power point. It wasn’t on the teleprompter. It was as if my guts said “GET ME OUT OF HERE!!” And so it began.

I told the truth. I let them know that I was not walking their walk. I believed in their walk, and I definitely was on the same path, and enjoyed promoting their walk for sure…yet while walking, I was often stopping on a park bench to, well, eat a Snickers bar. Or five. And for once, I was good with it.

The response was – CONTINUE READING