resilience, fortitude, persistence, grit
boundless joy, courage, harmony
I learn from them to
claim my space
to exude light
They reflect what I need to learn
They show me what I am able to give
I had several moments today where I had to remind myself to come back to March 9, 2019. To stop traveling in my mind to the 70's growing up in NYC, or two days ago, or last week, or six months from now, but to be in the here and now.
Usually when I time travel to these places it's to question my decisions or to to doubt where I'm headed. I am learning to pause there, take the lesson, and then move forward. But dwelling in the past or the future just leaves you confused about where you are—now.
Through yoga teacher training (more on that in another post) I've been working on being more present, and through that process I'm starting to see the labels and the stories I've adopted for myself that came from outside of me.
Working "overwhelmed" mom
First-generation "overachieving" college graduate
Woman "who wants it all"
Mom who thinks "mommy juice" is cute
Woman nearing mid life "trying to find herself"
Of course there is truth to every story. But let's reframe these stories:
Working "overwhelmed" mom?
Or a woman deeply invested in her career and her family, who's killing it every day?
Or just "achiever?"
Woman who wants it all?
Or woman who has it all? Who added the "want?" If I'm present and at peace with my life and my decisions, don't I already have it all?
Mom who thinks "mommy juice" is cute.
Who made drunk moms funny? How many marketing dollars were spent on this? Why am I just waking up to the fact that this is dumb? Why do we give up our power so easily?
Woman nearing mid life "trying to find herself."
Who says I'm lost? I'm becoming. (Thanks Michelle Obama!).
Own your story.
**OPINIONS ARE MY OWN** Put the phone down. HR is busy.
Listen up, people. I don't know a lot about a lot, but I've been fortunate to learn from mentors, my family, my friends, bad TV, and the Internet, a few things about how to be a good #boss.
Because I've got things to do, I'll get to the point. Here are three signs you're an asshole.
Many months back, armed with exhaustion, a vodka soda, and just the right amount of wtf, I paused the self-loathing cassette tape playing in my head and sent a text to my village*. It was a quote from Elizabeth Gilbert that met my ‘sharing-is-caring’ criteria: cool typography and perfect timing.
“I’ve never seen any life transformation that didn’t begin with the person in question finally getting sick of their own bullshit.”
Yaaaaaas, I thought. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. YES.
You might be sick of your own shit if you:
Am I missing other signs? Let me know!
Something else I’ve realized: Am I perfect? No. Do I need to be? Also no.
+The CLMsays dictionary defines “village” as two badass, wise, fierce moms that I consider my adult BFFs. More on those two gals another time.
Peace and love,
Well, well, well, so this is 40. I’ve been celebrating my 40th for the past 367 days, since I turned 39. The first half of the year I celebrated by religiously going to happy hour and signing up for marathons I’d never race. The second half of the year, as the days inched closer to my 40th Halloween Birthday, this witch decided to take a drastic turn. With a few flicks of my wrist and my magical wand I started to do things a little differently. One small step at a time.
It sounds so magical and easy, it wasn’t and isn’t. But this post is not about challenges, but rather about triumph. Here’s a list of birthday wishes I’ve granted myself this year.
Health: down 25 lbs and counting
Presence: My first present vacation, trick or treating, pool day, beach day, birthday party, play date, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Disney trip, etc. in a long while.
Peace: Through a fairly decent yoga practice, centering myself and clearing my mind.
Joy: Sharing deep belly laughs with my girls, and really seeing and knowing them.
Creativity: Making room for my thoughts to expand beyond my anxieties. Exploring all kinds of art.
Knowing: Who I am as a mom, wife, daughter, friend and loving this person—flaws and all.
La Croix cheers to another year.
Around 89 sunsets ago I had a brilliant idea. A vision that no human in the history of humans has ever had. (I’m serious!) Stop smirking.
I decided to become (wait for it) a rock star communications consultant with the best Instagram account ever! Oh yeah, watch me now. Fire up the iPhone baby, because CLM is going viral! BOOM. Mic Drop.
Now pick up that remote and fast forward to today. After post three, life happened. Work became hectic; the girls started to get REAL homework; I replaced Tito’s vodka with green smoothies and a whole lot of ooommmms, and namastes. I took up watercolor painting, and sketching. You know—little stuff. Nothing big.
Anyone else tired? Yikes! Don’t get me wrong, all of these things are GOOD. But c’mon. Who becomes a yogi/supermom/power bawse/hot wife/teetotaler/artist over night?
Apparently, this girl.
Well, it's time to start over. Here are 3 ways: