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I have had countless conversations about relationships in the past few years of coaching.
Misunderstandings, support challenges, visions that weren’t aligned.
It can be difficult enough to manage your own expectations and feelings let alone consistently work towards communicating those to your partner and ending up with you both on the same page.
My marriage has not been perfect for the past nearly 14 years. We have had plenty of ups and downs and times where it felt like we were playing on opposite teams for a few days.
But above everything else, our relationship has always been authentic and extremely open.
So open that last year when I brought Joe along to a few of my therapy sessions my therapist said we had a “remarkable level of communication.”
She was in awe of how real and direct we were with each other, which...
We talk about it, but do we actually practice it?
I like to think of rest with the #4 definition mostly.
This mainly comes from the fact that I have learned I need to create specific environments to squash my inner diabolical plotter.
Oh yeah, you heard me right.
Just typing that out feels gross, but I don’t know how else to describe to you how easily my brain shifts into anxiety when I have BIG things coming up.
Things that will mean a lot more eyes will be on me. Watching my every move and undoubtedly playing the comparison and judgement game (it’s human nature, friends).
But yet, this weekend, I found myself resting. Forcing myself to create peace for my mind and spirit.
Despite the fact that I don’t feel ‘prepared’ for these big things coming up, I still found myself lounging around in an Adirondack chair in the backyard at our cabin.
Lounging usually makes me feel anxious- does it do the...
On this Mother’s Day 2019, I find myself wanting to write about women. All women.
I was recently having an exploratory conversation with 2 young Chiropractors who I admire greatly.
I was that person who wanted to ‘pick their brain’ on what they feel they might be missing in our profession.
One of the things they discussed with me was something that logically I was aware of, but it had never hit me emotionally quite like it did that day.
Neither of them have children yet, and they were discussing how at times this women’s movement in chiropractic can feel exclusive. They feel like they are on the outside looking in. They feel like it can end up coming across as a mother’s movement instead of a women’s movement.
And guess what? They struggle with ‘balance’ just as much as women who have children because they are achievers. They are passionate and driven and love to get things done which can lead them...
As we transform into adults, one of the things we covet most is independence. We are in charge of who we hang out with, the money we spend, the food we eat, the career we pursue.
We decide when, where, how… for most of the key things in our life.
Somewhere along the way certain things we choose end up challenging us and we begin a conditioning process to look for the path of least resistance. It’s proven brain science… but this isn’t that type of blog ;)
The path of least resistance can still be riddled with obstacles, and you can find yourself wondering how to get past them.
That plateau with your business.
That same fight you keep having over and over with your spouse.
The unexpected parenting challenges that make you want to throw your hands up in the air and ship them off to your parents for a week?
They all wear us down and make us feel like we are losing control. Losing our coveted ability to choose a path that will...
2.5 years ago my life shook.
Have you ever had one of those pivotal moments that you know will change your outlook forever?
On August 3, 2016 my Mom was babysitting for my children and drove to her neighboring home. Minutes later she called me, so much terror in her voice, as she found my Dad face down in their entryway….blue.
I raced to their house and frantically attempted to revive my father, but it was too late. The paramedics came and I watched in disbelief as nothing worked.
It was the first time in my life that mortality hit me and caused real reverence. The first time I understood that every single day is a gift.
The first time I really felt to my core that life is so. very. short.
My Dad, who had lost some of his closest family members in early adulthood, lived every single day with this reverence.
Even though I didn’t know it at the time, looking back I can see how his behavior honored his perception every day.
My Dad was...