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.

A dear friend of mine has been going through some major life changes this past year, including the death of her husband and a significant change in employment. She's been slowly replacing her "stuff" and social media profile with things that are pink.

My cousin, Michael, and I were 9 years apart, but I adored him growing up.  We both loved watching Sha Na Na.  He was a big Bowser fan.  Life took us to different places, but when we caught up with each other as adults, I was surprised we had a lot of things in common, including parallel spiritual journeys

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 had a situation at my condo association that sucked away 15 hours of productivity last week. While the couple in question claimed "they just wanted this problem solved," they took their complaints to Facebook, destroyed someone else's property when they didn't get their way, framed another resident for their actions, and THEN wrote their complaint letter to the condo association justifying their actions.