I experienced two really different and difficult moments that completely changed the way that I saw things…and changed the trajectory of my life. My path would require me to listen and cry and scream and speak and write and draw and sit and fight - fight for who I was beneath the layers of expectations and fear.
Read MoreAn internal revolution has happened, yet the world around you has not changed one bit and you need to re-emerge and find your new place in it. You now need to be seen again and in order to do that, you need to be willing to show yourselves.
How do you do that when you’re not sure what you’re showing because you don’t know who you’ve become yet?
Read MoreGrowing up as a tomboy is difficult. Coming out and coming to terms with my sexuality in my teens was more difficult. Fighting the urge to conform to societal standards and finding confidence to be myself was beyond difficult. In the battle to choose between male and female, I was losing myself. It took time, a number of unfortunate situations, and a hair cut to help me figure out exactly who I was meant to be in this world.
Read MoreI hid behind perfectionism in order to not be seen. My particular brand of perfectionism was made up of self-righteous overachievement combined with a healthy dose of internal shame and contempt. Flawless and selfless on the outside, and indignant and sad on the inside. I found a way out through the practice of vulnerability…and then I fell off the vulnerability wagon.
Read MoreAfter steadily climbing the ranks and increasing my impact and influence, I abruptly lost my seat at the table. The 6 lessons that I learned about how to earn your seat at the decision-making table...and keep it.
Read MoreTo craft a path that is in alignment with your creative calling, you may need to ignore convention and external validation. How can you still find joy with an audience of one?
Read MoreLessons learned from a seven year old: Ignore the doubters and ask for what you want.
Read MoreI stayed in an abusive relationship for too long, and slowly became a shadow of the woman I wanted to be. When I finally began to focus on building myself back up, people were unhappy with the new me. The truth is, it was never a new me, it was the me who was buried so I could make other people feel more comfortable.
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