You are not broken. Your flaws are not fatal. Your eccentricities and sensitivities don’t make you a monster; they mark you as human. And what, if not that, are you meant to be? You are here to be the highest expression of yourself. You are a thread in the weave of humanity. You have all you need to know. You don’t need any more workshops, or trainings, or external degrees. You are eminently qualified to be you. The things that scare you are ...

Everyone seems to be questing for the ever-elusive state of balance. Books and courses and gurus abound, with ways for you to do more while maintaining work-life balance. We'll I'm calling bullsh*t on balance. Balance is like perfection—an idealized state, not attainable, and one of those things that make us feel like we are never quite right or whole without it. The quest for balance is a total set-up and we suffer in our zeal to reach this illusory state. Tell me—how many times ...

Hello there! Yes, you, right there. Tap, tap, yes, you on the other side of the screen. What’s wrong, cupcake? You seem to be a bit upset. Or maybe frustrated—or perhaps you are feeling the dreaded O-word…overwhelmed. You see, I can tell, because when you are overwhelmed or frustrated, or you know, just plain maxed out, you start to complain a bit. Ok, more than a bit—a lot. And if you have been reading me for a while you know that I want you ...

I laugh out loud in the strangest places. Yesterday, I was sitting alone in my local coffee shop hangout, reading an essay by David Sedaris, when the impulse overtook me. My initial attempt to stifle the laughter, fueled by a momentary concern of what others might think, gave way to audible laughter. And not a polite little chuckle, but an eye-watering, I-don’t-give-a-damn-who’s-watching, laughing fit. Yes, people stared at me. I didn't care. I laugh when I ride my Vespa. I laugh at ...