Some Days, We Dance Like No One’s Watching (Even When They Are)
About last night… I love many things about Idyllwild, my adopted hometown. The summer concert series is one of them. A sweet little amphitheater sits back, nestled beneath the soaring pines. And, as the night falls, the moon and stars. Shining bright this far away from city lights. Last night was the first show of…
Some Days, We Think Outside the Box
I find I’ve been thinking a lot about boxes. The boxes we find ourselves in. The boxes we put ourselves in. The boxes our world puts us in. Not to mention, the boxes of the shoulds. Of identity. The boxes of how we’ve always seen ourselves or thought we had to be. The boxes of…
Some Days, We Flirt With Our Daydreams
Daydreams are the seeds from which all the flowers grow… After all, what is a dream but a vision? Look at any creative undertaking (in which, I would include all types of entrepreneurial ventures and building things more broadly, including building a life) and you will see that the vision (the dream) is an integral…
Some Days, We See the Forest for the Trees
I was in Idyllwild earlier this week, immersing myself in a Me-Treat focused on a meaningful creative project and getting ready for the Some Days, May Flowers Spring Retreat. Spring has sprung and all I could think as I walked through the enchanted forest was “Goddess Camp.” Everywhere I looked, I saw whimsy and wonder.…
Some Days, We Need Our Compass
Some days, we find ourselves adrift in a sea of “shoulds.” And “coulds.” Even a lot of “goods.” We open our phones. A book. A podcast. A conversation. And the floodgates open. So much external noise underscores what has always been true. The answer we are looking for often lies within. I was talking with…
Some Days, We Find Our People
Find your people. You know the ones… The ones who bring you hope and inspiration. Comfort. Care. Encouragement. The ones who help you clarify your thinking. Shape your ideas. Believe in possibility. The ones who see and honor the real you. And you, them. This is the advice I gave my son when he started…
Some Days, We Perch to Hold the Long View Together
As I took a reflective walk to start my day on Thursday morning, I was deep in ongoing thought about how to meet this moment in the world and in my life when the flap of a pair of mystical black wings and the call of crows drew my attention to the treetop just ahead.…
Some Days, We Retrace Our Steps
This fall, my husband and I decided to make good on a long-deferred Some Day. Some Day, we will take our son to UCLA for a fall football weekend. My alma mater. Games were an activity I admittedly did not partake in as much as I could have while I was there. However, to me,…
Some Days, We Go Inward
Some days, the noise outside gets loud. The pressure feels constant. Or maybe it’s the uncertainty. The bustle is non-stop. Even the things that bring delight take up space on a plate constantly threatening to overflow (if it hasn’t spilled over already). These are the days where the barometer on inspiration and hope, maybe joy…
Some Days, We (Re)Introduce Ourselves
For many years now, I have explored the age-old question of who am I? Like, really? When you get beneath the exterior, when things get quiet, the clouds part and the skies clear, who am I in my essence? Still working on that… But, a parallel we invariably find ourselves confronting regularly, whether we’ve found…
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