Love is a powerful force. Imagine what can happen when you love yourself. Fully. Completely. Without judgment or guilt. Without fear or doubt or lack.

My mat is where I feel most at home. Most alive. Most in tune with who I am and my place in this world. But if I’m being honest, I haven’t felt at home on my mat in a long time. Somewhere between the end of my travels and today, I lost my way.

So the world may feel like it’s falling apart, but that doesn’t mean your vision for the future needs to be tossed to the curb. Let me remind you with unwavering faith, you can manifest the life you crave.

For me, the hardest part of travel was letting go of the life I used to know and adjusting to the life I was currently facing at the time. Right now, experiencing social distancing and house arrest feels a lot like that first week in Barcelona. Life as I knew it two weeks ago doesn’t exist. Everything has come to a halt. Business isn’t as usual, and I’m once again having to adjust to the life I’m currently facing. 

The hardest thing I’ve ever done was watch my father walk away from me in the airport on Sept. 10, 2017. While he didn’t cry, I saw tears in his eyes as he turned around and never looked back. Neither of us knew what the future held. Maybe it was for the best. I was already a blubbering mess, much like I’ve been the last 24 hours.

The lie I’ve been telling myself is that enjoying what I have isn’t “productive” and there’s always more I can be doing. How does one overcome this concept of not enough and always striving for more?

You all know I’m about trusting my intuition and taking leaps of faith, right? From saying goodbye to the traditional 9-5 to flying solo around the world, I like to play life on a grand scale. Yet, I found myself playing very small recently. I was being presented magnificent opportunities - like from my 2017 vision board opportunities - and found myself terrified.

I’ve been told I’m a tad dramatic, but when office gossip leads to big leaps, I’m all for it.

Many of us think of our jobs as our calling. Then, when we leave a job, it can feel as if we’re losing a part of ourselves because we’ve identified so closely with that function or title. That’s the difference between a job and a calling - your calling doesn’t leave you. 

I attended college an hour away from where I grew up. Not too far, but just far enough that I felt away from home. I created space between what was, and the infinite possibilities that lie ahead of me. The truth is, home is more than a place or space. It’s a feeling. And it’s available to you at any time. It’s where you are.

We all keep asking, seeking, until we get the answer that satisfies our curiosity. So, when my nieces approached me about the important coming-of age topic - makeup - I shared 3 important makeup mantras, which go deeper than surface level. Because that’s how I roll!

For years, I prided myself on being a rescuer. Whatever was wrong, I had the one solution that would work. Better than them doing it themselves, I would do it for them. It took me a long time to realize that it isn’t my job to “fix” people. In doing so, I assume something is wrong with them in the first place.

Do you ever remember the moment you woke up? And I’m not talking about from a dream. But in life? The moment you had awareness and clarity like you’d never had before? This dream was it for me.

Sometimes the bravest thing you’ll ever do is ask for help. I tell this to my clients, friends and family all the time. And while I’m often joking about taxes, business advice, relationship woes or picking out the right outfit, asking for advice can be scary. We become vulnerable and allow people to see that we don’t have it all figured out. They see under our layers and straight to our heart. Sometimes, asking for help is more serious. It can mean the difference between life and death.

I learned a tough lesson last week, but I’m learning to listen more and talk less. How can you be brave? How can you ask for help? Better yet, how can you listen to those around you and be their advocate?

Growing up, I lived in a spotless home. Every Saturday morning, my mother would divvy up the chores among my sisters and I. From dusting baseboards to cleaning ceiling fans, the chores were always done before play ensued. On the surface, everything looked neat and tidy.

I love snail mail. Hand written cards are my jam - along with yoga, sunsets and a good patio with friends - but that’s beside the point. So imagine my surprise when a postcard connected me to a family from the small town of Unkel, Germany some 4,939 miles away.

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I was 19 when I met this Jackie. Clear as day, I remember sitting on the couch with my ex-husband (then a nervous 21-year-old) as we awaited his mother’s arrival home from a softball tournament. Little did I know then that her vivacious spirit would help raise me from a young, naive college student to a grown woman.