My Eating Disorder Story: A Lifetime in Recovery Trigger Warning: This post discusses eating disorders, trauma, and sexual assault. Last week was National Eating Disorder Awareness Week, and while I’m late in sharing, I can’t ignore how important it is to open up about these experiences. Eating disorders thrive in silence and shame, and my story is just one example of how those silent struggles can linger for years. I didn’t wake up one day and decide to have an eating disorder. It wasn’t about food or body image — it was about the trauma, the messages I internalized, and the belief that shrinking was the only way to survive.…
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Procrastination: It’s Not Just an Excuse, It’s a Mind Game—Part 2 You’ve learned the science behind procrastination. Now it’s time to tackle it head-on with practical tips that actually work. In Part 2 of this series, I’m sharing strategies that will help you stop fighting your brain and make motivation less of a struggle. Spoiler: It involves humor, dopamine hits, and a whole lot of grace. Ready to stop letting procrastination control your life? Let’s go.
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Are You Stuck in the Procrastination Loop? We all procrastinate, but did you know it’s more than just a bad habit? In my latest blog post, I dive deep into the neuroscience and psychology of procrastination—it’s not just about poor time management, it’s a full-on mind game. Discover why your brain is working against you and when procrastination might signal something deeper. Ready to unlock the mystery? Click the link to read the full post and start breaking free from the cycle. Procrastination: It’s Not Just an Excuse, It’s a Mind Game
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We’ve all been told that we need to "find our purpose," but what if that’s not the right approach? In this post, I’m challenging the “find your purpose” narrative and offering a fresh take on living a life full of meaning. It’s not about having everything figured out or finding the one perfect path. It’s about experimenting, exploring what excites your soul, and embracing the constant evolution of who you are. Life is an experiment—there are no wrong answers, just opportunities to grow. So, let go of the pressure to "get it right" and start living a life that feels fulfilling, exciting, and most importantly, uniquely yours.
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In 2018, I decided to take a break from alcohol, and it quickly turned into a life-changing journey that’s still going strong today. But it wasn’t just about quitting booze—it was about reconnecting with myself in a way I hadn’t done in years. Meditation became my lifeline, guiding me through the discomfort, pain, and overwhelming emotions I’d been numbing with alcohol. In this post, I share how meditation helped me not only stay alcohol-free but also uncovered truths about myself I wasn’t ready to face before. If you're wondering whether alcohol and meditation can coexist, my story might just provide the answer you're searching for.
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Reflecting on the return of Trump and the Age of Aquarius, this post offers personal insights and practical guidance on navigating fear, divisiveness, and how we can show up better for each other in 2025.
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The holidays are supposed to be a time of joy, but for many—including me—they can bring up complex emotions. Here’s how I’ve been feeling after this year’s celebrations.
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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,Anxiety was stirring—so much to fret about.The stockings were hung, not quite straight but who cared,Because perfection’s a myth we’ve all unfairly declared. The fur-babies were restless, pacing the floor,Awaiting their treats, always hungry for more.And Dad in his hoodie, and I in mine too,Sat quietly wondering, “How much more can we do?” When suddenly from outside there arose such a clatter,Our dogs barked in chorus, as if the world were in shatter.I peeked through the curtains, my pulse running high,And saw a lone courier under the moonlit sky. Packages stacked, he dashed to his van,As I muttered, “Another thing we…
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If you’d asked me ten years ago what life at 45 would look like, I would’ve painted a picture that was, at best, wildly naive. I figured by now I’d have it all figured out: a successful corporate career, thriving relationships, and a rock-solid sense of self. I thought life would be one of those “paint-by-numbers” masterpieces my grandpa used to paint—structured, polished, and complete. Instead, here I am, staring at another blank canvas, one that’s begging for something more like abstract art. And honestly? I’m terrified and loving it all at the same time. The Messy Reality of Being Human Being “unfinished” isn’t just a phase or a stage…
