2016- The Year of Connection

Missing Hawaii

It is midway through December. The Christmas tree is up, and that combined with the smell of pine and fallen leaves outside the house has me in a nostalgic mood.  It has me thinking about the past year.  God, so much has changed.  This time last year, I lived in Kailua, the most gorgeous place on the planet.  I dare you to tell me different.  I lived a mile away from a beautiful beach.  My best friends lived in walking distance from me.  On a Saturday morning I had a dozen people I could call at the drop of a hat to invite to a last minute hike or walk on the beach.  I knew my neighbors, and I had healthy, active people surrounding me.  I could walk to Crossfit and my work was a mere 15 minutes away.

Why then does it feel so right that I’ve moved to this out of the way place, where we are surrounded by squirrels, deer, bugs and birds?  Where Walmart is the best option for produce?  Where the beach (which in no way compares to Kailua) is a half hour drive away?  Where we are afraid to let our dogs run loose because they might get eaten by alligators or snatched up by large predatory birds?

One major answer is family.  I am missing my best friends like hell, and I am going to have to figure out how to visit soon, but now I feel like I live on the same planet as my family.  When I call them in the morning, it is also morning for them.  I don’t get the news 6 hours later than they do.  I saw my family and Nathan’s family in July.  Then I drove to New York for Thanksgiving.  Twice.  I am going to see

them again over the Christmas break.  I think Nathan said it most eloquently when we spoke of it in the car the other night.  He said, “This last time we drove away from the house, I was sad, because I would miss them, but I wasn’t thinking Is this the last time I am going to see them?”

How shitty is that question?  This is why I moved from Hawaii.  If someone in my family gets sick, or a family member gets married, or a family member has a baby, those things matter to me.  And living in Hawaii, you start to question whether you can afford to go see them.  That’s screwed up.  My mother-in-law had a liver transplant.  My sister-in-law gave her half of her own liver.  That’s freaking amazing.  And when we got married, they couldn’t come to Hawaii, because traveling when you’ve gotten a liver transplant is pretty freaking difficult, especially at first.  That sucked.  Big time.

Living so close feels amazing.  I feel like I am getting to know them again.  And it’s not like I didn’t talk to my siblings or my parents.  We kept and still do keep up a pretty good conversation via facebook

Seeing Family is Priceless

and email and I was able to have Skype conversations with them on most of the holidays over the years.

Seeing Family Is Priceless
Seeing Family Is Priceless

But, let’s be honest.  It’s not the same.  It’s not the same as trying to sleep on the top bunk at your parents’ house when your oldest sister is sleeping on the bottom bunk and you’ve got years of catching up to do.  It’s not the same as being able to clear your crap out of your parents’ house for them.  It’s not the same as having a cup of coffee with them across the island in the kitchen or building a bonfire or playing Pandemic or talking about the Dragonriders of Pern books or simply being in their presence.  It’s not the same as spending time with your nieces and nephews and the dogs.  And it’s definitely not the same as being able to give them a hug.

Seeing Family is Priceless

I feel like I missed a lot over the years, but at the same time, I grew up in Hawaii.  I became a big girl there.  I learned how to be a kind, loving, healthy, individual.  I learned how to love myself and I found friends there that became my family.
So how, in 2016 do I find what I had in Hawaii (not the beaches, but the friends and the lifestyle) and stay close to my family?  How do I find that connection somewhere close enough to New York?

I haven’t found the answer yet.  My husband and I are looking for employment possibly near Asheville, NC or in Colorado.  I need to find a group of people who are interested in health and wellness like I am.  We need to find a place that doesn’t have an undercurrent of discrimination.  And I need a place to be able to hike and work out, but this place can’t cost as much as Hawaii did.  I refuse to be a slave to the price of a plane ticket home.
Any ideas?  Comment below!  Where do you think the best place to live is?


Missing my Hawaii Family
Missing my Hawaii Family

Surprised by Nature

In July, my husband and I began renting a house in North Carolina.  After being in a townhouse in Hawaii for 13 years, we decided to get a place with a yard.  Out here we were able to find a lovely house complete with a firepit and a stream running through some woods out back, and a bunch of trees in the front yard.  I am surrounded by flora and fauna that I am not familiar with.  There are the regular old Pine and Oak and Hickory that I recognize.  What I have come to learn, is that in a rental property you don’t know what has been planted over the years and sometimes you get a surprise.  And we have had a couple of really beautiful surprise displays over the last couple of months.

We had an incredible display of mushrooms when my in-laws came to visit:

There was this incredible looking mushroom in our driveway:

This vine covered in white flowers was growing and blooming everywhere for about a week and a half.  The air around us smelled so beautiful.

This random berry patch grew out of the swamp next door:

Groupings of these fabulous red plants started blooming in random spots around the house:

Then, after cold weather came for a little while and I thought we wouldn’t have any more surprises, this bush out front of our house went from boring green plant to this:

Gorgeous white flowers all over!  The blanket of fallen petals happened over a few days’ time.  I continue to be stunned by the beauty in the nature around us right now.

I feel so blessed to have been able to find such an amazing location to ease my way back to the mainland.  Mushrooms, flowers, squirrels, foxes, deer, and some really large birds have appeared so far. I can’t wait to wake up every day and see what the property has to offer.

What Happened to Thanksgiving?

Three weeks ago I was walking in Walmart in the gardening section.  And there, tucked quietly on the side, in a row, near the patio furniture, were Christmas trees.  This was before Halloween.  I feel like the school year just started.


Now, this is not a rant on how we are celebrating Christmas earlier and earlier.  Frankly, I don’t care about that in particular.  I’m sure there are people who quite brilliantly leave their Christmas tree up year round because it takes less energy.  That I don’t mind.  What I do mind is that the “holidays” based on getting stuff are squeezing out the holiday for appreciating the stuff.

Halloween has always been about dressing up and getting candy.  What’s cooler than dressing up and becoming something or someone completely different from yourself for one evening?  And getting Snickers bars to boot?  That’s amazing.

After Halloween is supposed to come Thanksgiving.  Thanksgiving is a holiday about family, about quality time spent together, about playing soccer or football in the backyard after eating a ton of food around a huge table packed with loved ones.  The whole idea of Thanksgiving is preparing food for someone else.  It’s spending hours together in the kitchen getting different dishes ready.  It’s everyone pitching in to make an entree or a dessert.  It’s guests helping you clean your dishes when half the party has left.  It’s playing Atari with your cousins in the basement and going on a long walk in the woods to counteract the tryptophan from the turkey.  This holiday is all about giving and thanking and community and kindness and gratitude.

No wonder it’s been completely overshadowed by the Christmas holiday season.  I don’t know what it’s like in other countries, but here in America we like to get stuff.  We think our kids deserve hundreds of presents and we think other people should know what expensive thing we want to get under the tree.  In every school I’ve worked at over the years, Santa has become a bargaining tool for the children.  If you’re good you’ll get stuff, but if you don’t listen, Santa won’t come.


So we go from dressing up and getting stuff in October, to a quick thanks for a second in November to “give me, give me, give me” in December.  January we have a momentary break and then we jump into February’s candy and card fest.

I guess I don’t need to go on, you can see where this is going.  We have become a country run by the gifts we get for each other.  We deserve the new car, the newest iPhone, and my child should have all the things on his Halloween, birthday, Christmas, and Valentine’s Day lists.  We have become collectors of shiny stuff.

This year, I challenge you to cover your eyes and ears when the commercials for Christmas come on.  Stop believing the advertisements telling you how much you need.

What do you really need?  You need Thanksgiving.  Over and over and over again.  Remove yourself from the craziness.  I’m not saying not to give gifts.  But you don’t have to get everyone you’ve ever met a gift.  You don’t have to make a card for everyone who has ever crossed your path.  Your loved ones don’t need more than one present from you.

holding-handsThis holiday season (whatever that means) do your best to schedule time for the people you love.  Get out a board game.  Go outside for a walk.  Read a book together.  Create a meal from scratch together.  Do anything, but do it with someone.  Put your phones and your iPads down and look each other square in the eyes.  Whether you pray or not at your holiday of choice, you should still sit next to each other around a table and hold hands for a moment.  Maybe just take a deep breath together.  The human connection is something we’re losing.  Be the one to bring it back to your group.

Stop asking for more and appreciate all the things and people you have.

Do you have any plans with friends and family for the holidays?  Share it below!


1029151915a_HDRToday was a new day.  If you read yesterday’s blog you know that I had a temporary meltdown.  I think that’s par for the course, that everyone has days like that.  I was tired, hungry, and spent the day trying to look busy.  So the follow-up of a dead battery and a car that wouldn’t start pushed me over the edge.  I’m pretty sure everyone has days like this every once in a while.

Today was a much different kind of day and it’s the reason I can tell that all of the hard work I’ve been doing over the years is working.  Rewind back just 7 years and this type of incident might have set off days or weeks of feeling down.  For me that usually looks just fine, maybe slightly frazzled or a little tired at work.  I would hold it in and put on a happy face for my professional colleagues and then I would drive straight home to crash.  I would watch tv, read a book, or just sleep.  I would definitely eat like crap and isolate myself.

Today it’s a different story.  This morning I knew that I was going to wake up feeling junky.  That’s expected after a day like yesterday.  Especially since I replayed the incident over and over in my head over night instead of getting a good night’s rest.  But, I’ve been here before, and I know what to expect.  So this morning my alarm went off and I angrily jumped out of bed to silence it.  I got straight into the shower, then turned on all of the lights, turned on some music and made coffee.  I took the time to sit in my sunroom to meditate this morning.  I listened to the crickets chirp, the jets flying over head and the birds.  I took the time to center myself for the day.


When I got to work I wrote down my Core Desired Feelings.  If you’ve never heard of Danielle Laporte and her Core Desired Feelings, you’re missing out.  The very, very basic of it is to identify not what you want to do, but how you want to feel.  I put “supported, connected, joy, freedom.”  I took the time to seek out friendly faces, to smile and chat for a moment.  And as the morning went on I started to feel very good.  This afternoon I texted my friend to go for a walk around the track.  We did 2 miles, talked, and then did some random plyometric moves and had a good laugh about it.

When I got home I decided to take this thing all the way, so I made dinner on an actual plate (courtesy of my in-laws) and set the table for myself.  I ate looking out the window at my front yard and listened to the crickets chirp again.

This wasn’t easy.  It took a lot of work to continue to take actions to make myself feel better and dig myself out of the hole.  But it was worth it.  Tomorrow I know I’m going to wake up in a better mood and hopefully I can enjoy my weekend instead of curling up in my jammies.

Now that I’ve adulted all day I’m going to search for last night’s Criminal Minds episode, and hit the sack early.

Do what you love for money.

valentine heart shape made by dollars isolatedThis evening I am running my very first Meditation for the Easily Distracted class.  This is super exciting for me, because like most of us, I have had always had this vision in my head that work has to somehow be work.  It has to be difficult and unpleasant and you have to be able to complain about Mondays and be excited about Hump Day and celebrate Aloha Fridays as a huge relief that you can escape work for 48 hours.  For the last couple of years I have been practicing what I preach, getting closer and closer to a job that I actually love.  And I’m close.  I love Life Coaching.  That, to me, is heaven.  Why then do I have a 40 hour a week side job working for the government?  It’s a counseling job, I love working with the children, I love working with the staff, and I enjoy the freedom of the job.  But I work for the man.  Truthfully, the only problem I have with this job at all is that they tell me when I’m supposed to be there and give me guidelines on what I am supposed to be doing.  Ew.  I don’t like people telling me what to do.

What does this have to do with my Meditation Course you might ask?  Well, I freaking love meditating and reading about meditation and mindfulness.  It’s something I love to do in my free time.  So the question is, why did it take so long for me to put a course together about something I love?  The answer, as it is to most questions about hesitation, is fear.

Ask yourself, how would you feel about getting paid to do something you love?  How would you feel about asking people to give you money to do or teach the thing you do for fun in your free time?  It feels weird, right?  There’s this thought that if this is something I am doing for fun, I should have to pay money for it.  And if someone wants to do it with me, that it should be free.  But why?  What if the thing you love is running?  And you know people who want to get into running shape.  What if you started a weekly gathering of people who run together that you are in charge of?  I can hear the thousands of protests that your brain is coming up with right now.  I’m not trained, I’m not a teacher, I only do it for fun.  This is just an example, but as a culture we have, for some reason, divided our lives into “work” and “fun.”  There are the horrible, nasty things we do for work and the freeing, lovely, energizing things we do for fun.

Ask yourself, what if you started to blur those lines?  What if you started to look for work that is fun?  What if you took a minute to dream about getting paid to do the thing you do in your free time?  Do you hike, do you garden, do you drink, do you create excel spreadsheets?  There is somebody else in this world that could use what you know.  In fact, there are people in this world who need you.

Today, take a few minutes to picture yourself doing the thing you look forward to doing when your job is done for the day.  The thing you daydream about during your breaks.  And then picture yourself doing that as a full-time job.  Your brain will protest.  For just today, ignore everything it says about it.  Today, it is okay to imagine that you could make a living lying on the beach in paradise reading steamy novels.


What comes up for you, what are the arguments that your brain makes when you think about getting paid to do what you love?  Share below!


My Muse

At Tea

My dear friends, family and readers, today I want to highlight someone who embodies the bravery and courage that I am constantly encouraging, and has been an inspiration to me since 1994.  Like so many of us women, from the outside I always thought she was so pulled together, so hip, fashionable and gorgeous, but as she discloses in her Diary entries struggled with eating disorders and low feelings of self-worth.  For many years we went on separate journeys and we lost touch, hers taking her to New York City, and eventually led her to taking Burlesque classes.  Through the magic of Facebook I have been delighted to be able to follow her journey from simply teaching burlesque classes to becoming the most self-confident, seductive, and fierce women I know.

I am speaking of course, about my sensational friend, Kitty Cavalier.  She has taken the world by storm and has a message that all women must hear.  I am so glad that she was a friend first, because normally I tend to steer clear of messages about being sexy or seductive.  I have always been plain in my dress, I don’t get fancy, I wear pants always, once a month or so I put on mascara to go out to dinner, I never paint my fingernails or toenails, or wear perfume.  And these are not practices I mean to apologize for.  I made these choices on purpose.  I am proud that my face can look so clear and young without makeup.  I stand up for all women to be and do and dress and look as they want, whatever feels comfortable, not what the media or men want them to wear.  When it comes to fashion most messages out there to women start off by telling them what is wrong that this product will be fixing for them.  Botox for those ugly wrinkles, concealer for those unsightly blemishes, foundation to “even out” your complexion, mascara to make your eyelashes appear longer than they are.  And of course, your clothing should make you look as skinny as possible, while enhancing your boobs and butt.  And heels!  We are invited to stand on our tippy toes all day, on a 4 inch spike so that we can appear taller and make our legs, specifically our calves look longer and thinner.  

So whenever I see messages about seduction, looking sexy, glamorous, my initial reaction is to sneer and turn away.  What was so different about Kitty Cavalier?  First, I have known her for so long that I know she would never be comfortable selling something to women that would make them feel ashamed of their bodies or believe themselves to have something wrong that they need to fix.  There was the initial sharing about her connection with Mama Gena and The Case for Pleasure.  There were her posts about being brave and getting on stage in nothing but pasties and her feelings of pure joy and freedom in the dance.  There was something about the look in her eyes in her photos.  There was more to this “seduction” that she was speaking of than sex and looking good for someone else.  This was feeling good for myself.  And when she got her blog going I was hooked, not just on an old friend, who I’m extraordinarily proud of, but of the work she is doing.  Seduction as a spiritual practice.  

Kitty’s blog, her book, her group, her classes are one of the few places that I feel like being sexy was safe, and that it doesn’t look like naked.  It has nothing to do with anyone else but me.  Sexy is a feeling of freedom and loving what I am and what I look like.  It operates independently of what I am wearing, who I am with or where I am.  Seduction is a way of being that invites what you want and what the universe wants for you into your life.  It brings with it the pleasure of wanting and waiting, not necessarily the having.  It has nothing to do with a trade of self for something you want.  

How beautiful is that?  It allows me to embrace my jeans and t-shirt and honor the goddess within.  It got me on a path to start loving my body no matter what it looks like.  I have taken to looking at my stomach and my arms (you know you have your so-called weak spots, the ones you immediately look at in a picture and wish they were different/better/thinner/_______) with love.  I have started to look at my stomach in the mirror and admire the shape of it.  To try to view myself the way a loving sister or friend would.  Would they sneer in disgust at the minor bulge over my pant line?  Would they grab at the soft skin and see how much pulls away from the body?  Would they tell me that I am worthless because I have allowed the size of my belly to become a certain size?  No.  My stomach is not flat.  I do not have a six-pack although I eat healthy and I do crossfit, because I do not do either obsessively.  I eat ice cream and put milk in my coffee and enjoy curry with rice.  I workout for fun.  And I rest when I feel like it.  The side effect of allowing myself not to obsess, is that I will have some belly fat.

Does my belly fat make me worthless?  No!  In fact, after a year of looking at myself with love, I can admit that it’s pretty cute.  I’ve started looking at other women with similar body shapes and types and think how adorable it is.  And the curves are totally sexy.  And when I walk with confidence, no one could care less about the size of my belly.  

This is just a taste of what Kitty Cavalier’s work has done for me.  Her book, Sacred Seduction is a must-read.  I encourage anyone to pursue her work, her blog, her magic.  She has an upcoming course, called Deep Dive, which I know little about, except that what she does is phenomenal, so I encourage you to check it out.  I am not an affiliate, I get nothing from you clicking on that link, and I get nothing if you sign up.  Check it out for you.  



Kitty Cavalier, to me, is the embodiment of courage and bravery.  I imagine that it is terrifying to get up and dance almost naked in front of a crowd.  That it is terrifying to quit your “stable” job and go into business for yourself.  It is terrifying to be the voice for women, to encourage them to embrace their feminine, seductive qualities and to put your personal journey out into the world for everyone to read.  But she has.  And she has proven that there is a place for you, for what you have to offer in this world.  The world needs you!  We need you.  We need you to be who you are and share it with us.  We need you to be brave and to follow the path that your heart is leading you on.

Get brave with us and share your journey in the comments below, how you are stepping out of your comfort zone and how you are (or would like to) get courageous in your own life.

It’s Deceptively Simple, Just Do What You Love

A little over 7 months ago I left a job working for the state as a Behavioral Health Specialist.  From the outside it looks like a pretty great job.  And truth be told, in the beginning, I really loved it.  I got to do therapy with kids who loved being in my office, I worked with teachers and school staff who appreciated the work that I did.  I got tons of vacation and sick days.  I worked with a group of people that really cracked me up when we were able to get together.  There were the usual downsides that come with a state job including the massive amounts of redundant paperwork, watching the clock because god forbid you leave 10 minutes early even if you have absolutely no work to complete, and dealing with the people who have hit cruise mode (do very little work so other people end up doing it for them and never seem to get in trouble).

The downsides of the job were things I easily dealt with.  They weren’t really that bad.  Why then, were there some days that I wanted to tear my hair out with frustration?  Or silently slip out of the job and not tell anyone?  Why did I spend so much free time searching for other jobs?  It is hard to explain to someone why a job that has such good benefits and good enough pay why you hate it so much.

The truth is, I have felt that before.  In pretty much every other job I’ve had.  I start a new job thinking that I have “moved up,” after taking a job with better pay or something more related to doing therapy.  I would always start the job with a feeling of excitement, thinking of all the good I was going to be doing and how great this new job was going to be.  And then, like clockwork, about a year into it, the job wouldn’t just be boring or not great, it would be almost painful.  I would have dreams about it.  About what I should or shouldn’t have done today.  About what I need to do tomorrow.  About how I can improve my productivity or my practice.  I wouldn’t sleep well, I wouldn’t eat well, and it sucked all of my energy so I didn’t even feel like doing activities outside of work.  So even if I had the extra time, all I wanted to do was sleep or watch tv when I had time off.

In my last job, the one I spoke about above, the feeling got really bad.  I really started to hate being there.  I started to go in late and leave early.  I stopped doing the quality work that I was capable of.  I always took care of the kids, families and teachers that I worked with, but I knew that I could do better and that hurt, too.  I hate presenting mediocre work.  Luckily, there was a big difference in this last job that ended up being a huge blessing.

There was a convergence of circumstances that cultivated my ability to figure out what was wrong.  First, I really hated my job.  A lot.  This would seem like a bad thing, but truthfully it kept me from getting comfortable in a job that isn’t that bad like a lot of people do.  I hated it enough that I was determined to leave.  Next, I did my work really fast, so during the day I had a lot of free time.  And last, I had a computer with access to the google.  All of this together gave me impetus to do some deep soul searching and figure out what the hell I wanted to do with my life.  I got to read a lot written by others in similar circumstances.  And I found out some crucial information about why I was so frustrated in a pretty okay job.

It’s right there in Maslow’s “Hierarchy of Needs,” it’s there in Frankl’s “Man’s Search for Meaning” and gosh darn it, Oprah seemed to be spot on in most of her interviews with her guests over the years.  I wasn’t meeting my true potential.  I wasn’t doing what I loved.  I wasn’t being creative.  I didn’t feel like I was providing value.  And because my day to day job was so misaligned with what I really wanted to be doing, I spent all of my time worrying about the future and being sad or pissed off about the past that I couldn’t focus on the present moment.

It seems so simple, but it was a huge awakening for me.  I had always wanted to be a therapist and I had a job that allowed me to do just that.  What I had yet to discover was what it was about being a therapist that was drawing me to that profession.  It was the time with the kids, the clients that I wanted.  It was the feeling that I was truly helping and seeing that manifest in the classroom.  It was helping people see that life really can be okay.  But then there were other things that I really wanted from a job.  I wanted to be active.  I love sports and exercise.  I wanted to be able to talk about nutrition.  I wanted to be able to sleep in when I want to.  I wanted to be able to have fun and laugh and socialize.  I wanted to work somewhere that only does the necessary paperwork.

Once I figured this out, suddenly I started to see the signs.  And when I finally got my license in Marriage and Family Therapy I was able to apply to a few different jobs that I thought met some of that criteria.  And I was able to confidently turn down the higher paying job offer with better benefits to accept a job that met all of the criteria above.  Now that I know the secret, all I want to do is share it.  It’s so freaking simple that I want to shout it from the rooftops.

I took the time to figure out what I really want.  That’s it.  I spent some time on me.  I wrote in my journal about what I like to do, about what I’m good at, at what I used to love to do.  I researched some of those topics online.  I got honest about the fact that it’s possible that being a Marriage and Family Therapist might not be my true purpose.  It might actually be owning a retreat center, doing life coaching, running groups and hosting conferences with people like Martha Beck, Lissa Rankin and hell, maybe even Oprah giving talks and sleeping at the center.  It might involve coaching others in healthy living, stressing the benefits of a paleo lifestyle with playful exercise built in.  It might be talking to people about eliminating processed foods from their diet and getting the carcinogens out of their bathroom cabinets.  These are all topics that get me fired up and excited.  And all it took was taking the time to think about me.  My biggest obstacle was that any time I took journaling about me or researching what I loved, I felt like it was somehow taking away from something else I could be doing.  But what could possibly be more important?

Tell me, do you have the courage to find out what you want in life?  Do you have the motivation?

This is totally something you can do on your own.  It takes time and dedication, but it’s simple  If you need help, if you need an accountability partner, that’s what I’m here for, it’s my jam, it’s what I do best.  Give me a call at (808)343-4279 or click this link to set up your free 30 minute consultation.

Life Coach Client Goals

Wondering what a life coach can do for you?  Here are just a few examples of what you can achieve working with the right person.

Life Coach Client Goals

  • Be able to listen to your intuition
  • Be able to value your time
  • Be able to list your strengths, talents, and achievements
  • Be able to accept money without guilt
  • Change your attitude from that will never happen to how can I make it happen
  • Be able to question your thoughts
  • Have a clear vision of your desired future
  • Be able to list your Core Desired Feelings- Danielle Laporte
  • Be able to tell people what you do, not what you do for employment
  • Be able to see your 9-5 as your side job, your investor, your bridge job (unless you love it)
  • Be able to give without looking for anything in return
  • Be able to love yourself and all of your quirks
  • Be able to show up as your complete authentic self with others
  • Be able to physically touch others with love and caring
  • Be able to create and give away value knowing that you will get more back in return
  • To never use money as an excuse
  • Be able to look at money as an energy and commodity, a tool for your use, not an end goal
  • Be your own best friend
  • Be able to love your body fully in any shape or form it’s in
  • Be able to look yourself in the mirror and feel love and pride
  • Be able to create
  • Be able to have a healthy relationship with food
  • Be able to have a healthy relationship with exercise
  • Be able to have a healthy relationship with drugs and alcohol
  • Be able to identify your fears and challenges
  • Be able to act with courage when afraid
  • Be able to find tools to help you stay organized
  • Be able to forgive yourself for being too (insert put down of choice)
  • Be able to love yourself for being too (insert put down of choice)
  • Be able to list at least 5 people who are true supporters in your life
  • Be able to set boundaries with people in your life that drain your energy in some way

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My Current Home

What I want my loved ones to know.

Life is precious.

Appreciate every single moment.

Live in the present.

Question your thoughts, they are not always true.

Don’t waste your life on anything that doesn’t fill you up in some way.

Life is too short to waste on any activity that angers you, bores you, doesn’t fulfill you, unless it is a step in the process of getting to something you love. 

Life is too short to not do something because of money.  Find a way.

Spend time looking into your loved ones’ eyes.  Spend time listening to the words they say.  Hold their hand, savor the moment.  Really hear them, see them, and love them for who they are.

Love yourself in the same way.  Stop to look and listen to yourself.  Treat yourself with as much kindness as you would a child.

Don’t get in the way of joy.  If someone you know is in the middle of a truly joyful moment, don’t let thoughts of time, responsibility or money get in the way.  Let them experience the fullness of it.  In fact, join them.