I’ve been volunteering for an organization for three years, serving on the board of directors.   The 5 of us together made significant, positive changes in our community, and we took a lot of pride in what we did. 

Labor Day is usually about honoring physical work—the people who built our roads, taught our kids, fixed our plumbing, served our coffee, and kept our lights on.
But what about the effort you put in every single day… in your head?

A hypnosis-infused love letter to your romantic reprogramming

Let’s set the scene.

You’re dating again—hopeful, heart open, hair washed.

A few weeks ago, I read a touching Facebook post from a couple.

Ok so I'm patting (my wife and I) on the back. We got home from vacation and had to deal with a flat tire in airport parking lot.

Let’s be honest: social media was never just about baby pics and brunch shots.

But lately? It’s feeling more like an emotional demolition derby than a place to connect.

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.

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.

When I did standup comedy, I had a routine I'd follow: Arrive at the show 30 minutes before the doors open. Set up my keyboard. Put on my corset. Enjoy a shot of Crown Royal (unless I was stressed, then two, three, or four shots of Crown Royal).

I'm president of our condo association, and last week, I had a resident inquire about purchasing a 6 ft fiberglass dinosaur for the common area behind her building. I suggested she contact her building neighbors for their opinions, as a 6 ft fiberglass dinosaur would directly impact their views.

I don't like admitting this, but even though I'm a reasonably high-functioning person, I have spent much of my life struggling with weight, self-esteem, and perfectionism. My childhood was relatively uneventful. I wasn't abused.