I am NO expert!

So I have a confession, I know I talk about self care a lot so I must have it down to a science, right?WRONG. It is something I know is important,. I know that it is something that there is a lack of space for and lack of language around. I also know I find it illusive sometimes.

So I recently found myself in a place of lack. It was mid December and I was heading into full on burnout.There were a lot of contributing factors but the reality was time was lacking and demands were high. I did my best to carve out time. But as you know, December is lacking in it. “I am burned out, but down time is coming,” became my mantra.

Fast forward post Christmas and TA-DA much needed down time was all mine. I did some assessing to figure out how to make next year less overwhelming. Mistakes were made, but luckily there were easy fixes going forward. I mapped out goals, I took baths, I introverted (boy did I need that!), read, and had family time. It was amazing.

Yeah….but no.

Prior to the holidays I felt like for the first time in years, the path to the life I wanted was wide and clear. It was as if, I finally got off the back roads and was on an open highway with no cars and a clear path to where I was heading. Then somehow I took a wrong exit and ended up on the back roads again, and then there was traffic on the back roads and lots of blind corners. I felt totally lost and scared I had lost my path. No amount of “self care” was doing it.

Help! Help me! Ughhh…I need Help! 

So I finally reached out for help on a private Facebook group. A “has this happened to you and what did you do” sort of request. I got a lot of perfect advice. Rest some more. Be kind to yourself. Just be and have fun.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

But no. It sounded right, but didn’t feel right. What was wrong with me?! What is this funk?

Then a friend texted. She saw my post but decided to reach out directly and she said, “Ride it out and trust that place of inspiration you were in. “ Then she said, “and what would the you at the end of January tell the you now that she wished you had got done? Is there something you can do to be productive?”

Productive schmucktive

I need to get back to work?! But…but…hmmm? Still unsure I just let it sit there. The next day I went to an early morning meeting. However, the conversation from the night before was still kicking around for me. What if, I felt disconnected and unclear because I was literally disconnected. I had not worked in over a week. Maybe?

Ding Ding Ding! Ah ha Moment.

After the meeting I went to the studio to get something and meet with a studio mate about something and instantly I knew that was it.

I love what I do. I do. I love building this thing that lives in the world that is a part of me. I love nurturing it and loving it and seeing what that turns into. It is work. IT IS. But it is work I love. And for me self care was decidedly NOT about disconnecting and resting but about ,now that I was rested, finding a place to put that love.

 I read a quote once by Jamie Anderson that said “Grief was just love with no place to go.” It was such a truth to me and touched me deeply.

 So on the smallest level that unsettle I felt was grief. It was my love for what I do with no place to go. For me, self care was a need to get back to it.

So that is what I did.

Go forth and #loveYOU

Love You and Why Self Care is So Hard

I use the hashtag “love you” a lot.  I wonder often if people mistake what I am actually saying.  It is not a statement, but rather a command.  I am calling you to action.

But do you head the call?  If you are like most people, no.  Why is that?  Sure, sure, sure you spout all the well intended quotes, “You can’t pour from an empty cup” but let’s be honest, do you follow through?  And who pours from a cup anyway?!

No you don’t.  You intend to right? Why is it so hard?  Well lets flip that over and take a good old look-see.  You have lots of demands.  Could be work, kids, family, spouse, friends, cleaning, cooking, life!  How does one fit in the time for themselves?  Fair enough argument.  Time is limited.  You can only do so much in a day.  However, let me punt back that argument.  Why is any of that more important than you? Especially cleaning!  I mean seriously Betty, put the feather duster down!

So the time argument doesn’t really hold up.  So maybe you say, “I mean too, but my day gets away from me and I run out of time.”  Okay legit.  But why did you put self care at the end of the day and not the beginning?  If you really are committed to self care, do it first.  Start your day off right! Right?

“I can’t do it in the morning, I don’t have time.  Mornings are too hectic!”   Ehhh –hem.  Alarm clocks have been around since 1787 (I know right?!) set your clock 20 minutes early and do something for yourself.

But… but.  Yep.  I thought so.  So I have knocked holes in all your arguments, but that doesn’t really help answer why it is so hard.  The reality is, I don’t know.  But what I do know, is that it is pretty critical.  We run and we run and we do and we do and collapse at the end of the day and sometimes we love our lives but often we just don’t.  We don’t hate it.  But we sure don’t love it. And that is not fair on so many levels.

What if you had 10 minutes every day.  Every single day that fed you?  Sure would you still run and run, but at least you could think when your head is spinning and you can’t think straight…”in just 2 hours I can…”  And self care can look totally different to different people.  For me it would be a long hot bath, yoga or meditation.  For someone else it would be a walk in the woods.  For my husband it is a run.    Self care can be anything that makes you feel joy.  And feeling joy… isn’t that the point of all of this? Really?

What if even you didn’t put yourself at the top of the list but you at least got on the list? Just.Got.On.The. Damn.List.  Radical.  I know. It feels all kinds of itchy right?  But… but.  Yeah. I know, but I don’t know why.

But what I would tell you is that you should be your own best friend or your own mother.  If you have a child imagine your child, if you don’t, imagine the person you love the very very most in this world.

This person is overwhelmed to the brink of tears.  You see them stressed and frustrated. You see how hard they are working to take care of all their obligations.  You worry for them.  It all seems a bit too much.  Then they say, “You know I am going to….”  You think, “Thank God! They really should do something for themselves!  They need a break.”  And then later they say, “Never mind, I don’t have time.” What would you say to them?  I want you to imagine sitting face to face, knee to knee with that person holding their hands looking them dead in the eye.  What would you say?

I know what I would say.  I would say, “Oh my sweet angle.  Stop.  Stop right now.  None of this matters!  I know it feels like the world will fall apart if you don’t get your homework (or whatever) done.  But lets imagine the worst case scenario.  The worst case scenario is you don’t do it.  What happens then?  Does the world end?  Do I love you any less? Does daddy?  Do your friends love you less? No.  So if the world does not end and no one loves you any less, can that thing that has you are so stressed about really be worth more than YOU? “

So figure out what you would say.  Then write that shit DOWN.  And every time you try to opt out of self care pull it out and look at it.   When you do, imagine the person that loves you most in the world is saying it to you, knee to knee, holding your hand, looking your right in the eye.  And by god…LISTEN.

How to Love Yourself and Why You Should

Do you ever think I hate my life? Do you ever think what is wrong with me?

Or perhaps it is not so dark. Maybe it is just this pervasive feeling that everyone seems to “get it” and you don’t.

You want to know what really sucks, you are not alone. Not by a long shot. In fact I got curious, and the results of my curiosity make me so damn sad. According to Google between 1,000 to 10,000 of you guys are searching “I suck” each month.

That is small potatoes to the search term, “I hate my life.”

10,000 to 100,000 of you are searching for that each month. That is the same search volume for the search phrase I want to help change the most:

“I hate myself.”

My heart broke. In part because I know it’s not the same 10,000 to 100,000 people each month. It’s a new 10,000 to 100,000 you each month at a loss for an answer.

There’s a ring of truth that every human can feel in that statement—“I hate myself”—even if we never get to the point of turning to the computer in hope for some solace.

I hate myself. It is crushing to think of all the sweet souls out there feeling this way.

You go to work, to job that is just okay but with a boss you hate. I mean hate. You work so much overtime just to keep him off your back which keeps from you from having the time to look for something more bearable.


You just had your third child and your husband springs on you that he is leaving you. He didn’t mean for it to happen but he has met someone. Your dream of growing old together, being a stay at home mom, being enough for someone just went out the window.


You have a nice life, a nice husband, the kids are doing well in school but you are so empty, so unbearably empty you physically ache.


Your so busy just living each day that you can’t see past the next hour.

This can’t be all there is to life. Can it?

We need a REVOLUTION! It is a revolution I am determined to start. A self care, love yourself revolution.

The #loveYOU Revolution

Let’s agree that “I hate myself” has no claim on you.

Don’t forget to fall in love with yourself first.

Well there you go, wrapped up in a pretty package, fall in love with yourself. Easy!

If only it were. The reality is we should fall in love with ourselves. Why? There is no other you. There never has been and there never will be another YOU.

Think about that. You are the only you there will ever be. The world needs you. Even if you don’t know why.

So. if we know we are special…literally made of stardust (look that up… seriously http://bit.ly/2jC3Z4V) and you are so magically one of a kind, why is it so hard to love yourself?

Take that in. What does that even mean? The best advice I ever got was to “stop comparing my insides to everyone else’s outsides.” Same idea.


We know our worst thoughts. You know, the really dark ones. The ones that are not aligned with who we really are and who we want to be, yet pop up out of nowhere anyway and catch us off guard.

So when we look at the outsides of others, forgetting their darkness, we start a really unfair comparison. Comparing what we know about our darkest self and forgetting they have any darkness at all.

Like that one mom at preschool whose child has on the cutest outfit and perfectly coiffed hair and then you look at your child still in their pjs with bedhead.

Inner cringe. Why do I suck at this? You’re comparing their outsides to your insides.

Let’s look at the mom with the perfect kid a little closer.

You really don’t know how her morning went. Maybe she screamed at her child that morning for not sitting still while she brushed her hair. Maybe she fussed at her for getting her first outfit dirty and made her change into a pristine clean outfit. Maybe her daughter had to change 3 times before they got out of the door.

Maybe she broke her girl just a little trying to make her perfect.

Maybe she is so stressed inside that she’ll go and have drink while her child is at preschool. Or maybe just sit in her car and cry. Or maybe, she is cool as a pickle and has this whole getting the kids perfectly presentable mastered, but her and her husband haven’t hugged in 3 years and she thinks about divorce daily. Maybe none of that. Maybe all of it. You don’t know.

The point is who knows? The point is you only know the outside. The pretty package she chooses to show the world.

But what we do is we write and internal narrative about how she “has it” and we don’t. If only it stopped there, we might actually be okay. BUT NOOOOOOOO, we can’t do that.  We place value on it. We say she is better and we are worse. We start to become disappointed in ourselves just a little. Rinse repeat, rinse repeat, rinse repeat. Thousands of times over in a day. That disappointment turns to dislike, that dislike turns to disgust. Left unchecked, that comparison is such a violence to our true self, we become our own worst abuser.

Sit with that.

Are you your own worst abuser? If you are like 99% (that is not scientific, but a damn good educated guess) of people. Yep. Yep you are.

So how do you turn from being an abuser to a champion? And that is what you need. You need to be your own best friend. A friend so good to yourself, you measure all other people against it and only allow people in your life that come close to that friendship. Let yourself imagine that.

So how?

1. Get a Little Help:

I strongly believe every human being can benefit from therapy. It’s one glorious hour that is all about YOU and what YOU want to work on. So consider it. That is all I am saying.

2. Lists:

Make a list of what you like about yourself. I know it’s so hokey.That mean voice that’s in all of us  is already a strong muscle that does not need strengthening . However, the kind voice, which is often a weak muscle for a lot of us, needs help. Write all the things you like about yourself down. Write it all down no matter how small. Keep that list handy. Hell! Make copies to put everywhere, so it’s always close. The next time “I am so stupid” or “I’m not good enough” creeps up, pull out your list. Think of what is a true statement that counteracts that mean voice. For example, if “I am so stupid” creeps up replace it with “oops I made a mistake, but it’s not a big deal and i can fix it!” See the difference? .

Love you.

3. Notice and replace:

This is sort of piggybacking on lists, but it’s a little more expansive. When you notice your negative self talk, you will likely find a theme. Notice the theme. Is it a feeling of being worthless or incompetence? When you notice that creep up, replace that negative self talk with something that is more self serving (and correct). So when the the thought comes up, “You are never going to pull this off.” Say to yourself, “Stop. That is not true. I have not done this often (or ever) but I can do this. It might not be perfect, but that is how I will get better.”  At first this is hard. It is hard to catch the self sabotage and it feels unnatural when you try to replace it. But like any muscle, it will strengthen, and believe it or not, over time becomes almost second nature.

4. Practice Self Love:

Carve out time each day to clear your mind. Call it meditation; call it quiet reflection. Just try and calm your mind for 2 minutes a day and work up to 5. That’s it. Give your thinking mind a break. Then from this place of quiet, give yourself some huge juicy love. It could be, “I am so proud of how I handled that rude customer today.” Get specific about things. Notice yourself being baller and pat yourself on the back. Only you can do you, celebrate it for goodness sake!

5. Connect

Sometimes we just need to connect with people that love us to remember why we are so amazing. Here’s a great gift you and your friends can give each other. Write down all the things you love about the other person. Can you imagine that in your back pocket? Can you imagine the days where you are feeling like you can do nothing right and you pull out your best friend’s list. Imagine seeing all the reasons she could have loved anyone, but choose to love you. Because you’re that special. Because you are magical stardust (really, look that shit up) and, even when you can’t see it, she can.

At the end of the day we only get one dance on this earth. Wouldn’t it be heartbreaking if you sat on the sidelines not dancing because you didn’t feel like you were good enough?

Shhhh… I have a secret.

You were born good enough.

All you ever had to do was choose to put on your tap shoes.

Go forth and #loveYOU

Embrace Your Inner Weirdo and Become Authentically Vulnerable!

I have had two totally separate conversations recently that have me thinking about these things we call connection and authenticity.  As fate would have it, both conversations were around social media and engagement. The irony is not lost on me… trust me.

The conversations just kept kicking around in my head. What gets people to connect? What draws us to people?

We grow up being told to put our best foot forward. Have you ever really thought about what that means? To me, best foot can mean any and all of the following:

  • Hair perfectly done
  • Makeup on point
  • Clothes properly pressed
  • Shoulders back
  • Perfect posture
  • Smiling at the rude comments
  • Ignoring the passive insult

Have you ever stopped to think, “Is that really the goal?” I’m not suggesting, even for a second, that there is not a time and place for being polished. There is. I mean, don’t go to that job interview in your pjs (though that is kind of a dreamy thought, no?).

But is it the every day, every moment goal? I say no.The goal is NOT to only present our bestness.

The goal is to be vulnerable.

The goal is to be authentic.

Think about it. You see that woman at a party. You know the one. She’s centerfold beautiful. You know what really sucks; she’s fricking nice. I mean… nice nice. Ooey gooey nice. Bitch.

If you’re like me, you admire her. You might even envy her a bit. Right?  Okay… let’s be totally honest, we have that big old measuring stick out and who’s falling short? I am!  Ughhh. And how does that make me feel? Like shit.

So she is putting her best foot forward, right? We can all agree on that. But what sense of connection are you really having with that “bestness”? None. Admiration is not connection. Envy… that’s really not connection. In fact, all the things you are coveting about her… that best foot is actually counterproductive to connection. We cannot connect to “bestness”.

So here you are, both at this party, and then the façade slips… just a little. She goes to take a sip of wine and manages to pour it down the front of her dress (who has done that? Can I get a holla? Oh just me… damn).  You can see she’s mortified. She’s red-cheeked and you know if there was a rock handy, she’d crawl under it. How are you feeling now about her?

Or maybe the façade slips a fair amount? Maybe she shares that these sorts of events make her nervous because she never knows quite what to say?

She grabs your hand and says, “I am so glad you are here though, you’ve been so easy to talk to.”

How do you feel about her now?

Or maybe she is sipping a tic too much wine and the façade falls totally away?  Maybe you both tipsy-talk about the challenges of marriage and she shares she has been in counseling for a year, but she doesn’t see much change? You tell her about this amazing therapist that you feel saved your marriage. She writes the name and number down.

When you leave, she hugs you like she doesn’t want to let go and says, “thank you.”

How do you feel about her now?

The great connector is not perfection. The great connector is letting the veil down. It’s making ourselves vulnerable. It’s showing our authentic self… messy and imperfect.

We connect over shared sorrows, struggles, and joys.

So why is that vulnerability so hard?

I think there are a lot of reasons, really. Some of it might be the feeling of “what if?” What if I am totally authentic and they don’t like me? I mean, if you just put your best foot forward and someone rejects it, they’re really rejecting your fake foot, not you. There’s safety in that.

Of course, the other side of that coin is if they accept you, they’re not really accepting YOU, are they?

Damn that coin.

I think the other, more complex part of this has to do with unconditional love.

Think about it. Most of us have little to no concept of that. We say, “I love you” with an expectation or hope. We want to hear it back, right?  That’s the condition. We’re, for some reason, afraid to put love out there that might not be returned.  

What if you could put love out there and just not care what the outcome was?

Think about it. I want you to imagine everyone you encounter and just give them love—be it a compliment, a hug, or a listening ear. Maybe you tell a co-worker how much you love working with them? Or the lady on the elevator that always gives you the nicest smile? What if you told her you loved her smile? What if you just didn’t care if she thought you were weird or didn’t care if she liked you? You just gave her love.

What if?  That would be your authentic self. I think we have this feeling that our authenticity lies in our darkness. It doesn’t. It lies in our love. It lies in our vulnerability. It lies most surely in our imperfection. Imperfection isn’t darkness.  It’s humanity. Maybe even a gift? 

What if it’s the drink spilling-socially awkward-drank too much-over shared part of you—the part you are hating so damn hard. What if that’s what has allowed every connection you have ever had.

What if all you hated about YOU, was all that allowed the people you hold dear to feel safe trying to love you?

Go forth and