As a creative whose brand is storytelling inspired by my very own life, I fear judgement. If I'm honest about the lows, depression, self-doubt, unrelenting guilt, perceived inadequacies--and I write about it--does it simply illicit pity? Or is it useful? Helpful? Inspiring? In those dark times when I get the urge to emotionally barf all over my Instagram and/or email tribe, my heart may be calling out to be seen, heard, valued and nurtured. A tense ball of anxiety clenches up

I'd like to say to you, the things I'd like to say to myself. Because we all deserve a great life. And that begins with giving ourse

March 1st, 2017 is a personally epic date for me. It's the day I stepped away from three years of misguided entrepreneurial hustle and into my life--if not yet a fulfilling life, at least a space in which I had to make one. I had to decide how I really wanted to spend the precious currencies of my existence, my time, and energies. How I could best channel the gift I'd long ignored and repeatedly passed over. I decided to ditch the reality of my circumstances for 31 days, and

Dipping into The Feeling Place, bending time by turning off my phone and relinquishing my need to "make it happen" ~ How suspendin

By creating distraction-free space, productivity became easy and creativity flowed. My old, hard-hustle business model was toast.

I nixed social media, and made more progress in 61 days than I had in three years. #Freedom B's

As I wandered a trail in Calico Basin, I wondered if my life decisions were forfeiting my freedom or helping me own freedom of another kind.

I basked in tiny miracles that gave me the comfort of knowing I was on the right path.

I found solace in the sandstone stacks of Calico Basin, through years of struggle, workaholism and a recent breakup with my own business.

Suspended between years of entrepreneurial hustle and a new calling to live my dream of writing, I ask the questions my soul's aching to