So I’ve been doing a lot of taking care of myself since we moved to Maine. I’ve been writing every day (thank you 750words.com — 36-day streak!), going to yoga almost every day (sometimes twice a day!), sleeping late, lying on the couch a lot, eating the best foods for my body (so much local [Keep Reading…]
Practicing Self-Love
Like pretty much everyone, I have a long list of things about myself I wish were different. I struggle with my weight. My voice is annoying. My skin is too sensitive. I have a shitty attitude. I’m always in some kind of pain. I’m lazy. I’m hypercritical. I don’t try hard enough. I wish I [Keep Reading…]
I Need Help
Originally published on the Pastry Box Project one year ago today on September 10, 2014 If you want something done right, do it yourself. That’s what we’re taught anyway. So we hone our self-reliance over a lifetime of hardship. We convince ourselves of others’ inadequacy and marvel in our own superiority. Everyone else is simply [Keep Reading…]
Lean On
Originally published on the Pastry Box Project one year ago today on August 10, 2014 I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I’ve had a lot on my mind. Building my coaching business. Finding a new place to live. Trying to buy a sailboat. Negotiating contracts on upcoming speaking gigs. Rewriting a book proposal for what [Keep Reading…]
If Not Now
Originally published on the Pastry Box Project one year ago today on July 10, 2014 I turn 32 tomorrow so I’ve been thinking a lot about growing up. To the aspiring practitioners I coach and mentor every day, I’m a senior in the field. To the people who met me when I was just starting [Keep Reading…]
A Lifetime of Bullies
Originally published on the Pastry Box Project one year ago today on May 10, 2014 It started when you were five on the kindergarten school bus. An older girl threatened to punch your mom if you didn’t bring her caramels. Your mom caught you stealing caramels from the kitchen drawer, found out, and it stopped. [Keep Reading…]
Speak and Be Seen
Originally published on Ladies in Tech on March 12, 2013 My mom loves to tell a story about when she and my dad came to see me in a play at day camp. I was six. I had the very important job of carrying title cards from stage-left to stage-right, which depicted time passing between [Keep Reading…]
