For most of my life and maybe for most of yours. I’ve had the unique ability to not fit in, no matter how badly I wanted to.

Take yourself back to 1982, when text messages were called “notes.” They were written with paper and pen, folded with origami-level skill, and hand-delivered across cafeterias and classrooms with super spy precision.

If you're a chronic overthinker with a Ph.D. in self-awareness, but still can’t seem to get your act together—welcome. You are not alone, and you are not broken.

I am UNSTOPPABLE!
A follow-up to “NIA = Exercise Broccoli”

Back in January, I wrote a blog called NIA = Exercise Broccoli—a love letter to a practice that, like broccoli, might not have always felt like a craving... but was exactly what my body, mind, emotions, and spirit needed.

Two weeks ago, Doug went to the dermatologist to check out some spots on his head and a spot on his face. His spots turned out to be precancers and will be easily treated. I started thinking about it; I hadn’t visited the dermatologist in three years. So I decided to make an appointment to follow up on the spot on my back and check out this mole-like thing on my arm. 

Sometimes I write a blog for me, and this is that time. I have a pile of stuff that needs to go, yet I find myself holding on to it for reasons I can't often explain. I am the daughter of two hoarders. When I walk into my garage, it appears I married a hoarder.

Long before you stepped into a hypnotherapist’s office, listened to a guided meditation, or even learned to read a single sentence, you were already under hypnosis.

I ended up working last Saturday, and found myself in a maze of issues that needed resolving. I can’t even remember what I set out to do initially…because where I ended up was completely different. And then I got discouraged with myself, and began the negative self talk that I usually hear from my clients.

I have been a fighter my entire life. My mind and body never seem to agree on anything. They have battled with each other for the last 50+ years on whether I'm too hungry or too fat.

Making the Mundane Magical: Finding New Ways to Make Old Tasks More Fun

If it's not fun, it's just not worth doing! Lately, I've found myself buried in some tedious tasks, and I found myself struggling with getting it done.

These past few weeks, I've contemplated my direction, goals, and spirituality. While I decided to keep the same goal of spreading love and laughter to others, I've consciously chosen to change how I keep score.

I did the unthinkable last Friday. I scheduled a "play date." Now I know for many of my clients, "play date" has a totally different connotation, so this wasn't THAT kind of a play date. 😈 This was a creative play date.

I’m the current President of our condo association, and we have a situation in our condo association where the Licensed Condo Association Manager is retiring. We received 40 resumes. 15 had the required licensing.