If negativity is your kryptonite too, keep reading.⠀Because hot dang, I feel frankly worn from these past few weeks. You too?Thank God for Spike, my partner, and my support when I’m in the middle of a “Hurri-Kim” of crap feelings.Fortunately, I’ve cultivated the tools over years and years of work to recognize, acknowledge, shift and breakthrough - but dang, when you’re in it it’s like the breaking down of your being.What happens when you get stabbed with your own kryptonite?You feel the inner pangs of your own fear, doubt, frustration, shame, or whatever other Superwoman-crushing feelings, you feel, that make you - Human. Embrace your being human and tap into your reign. Click to read the full blogspiration.
The French Fries 🍟 Fear
I took a french fry from Declan’s plate. He looked at me with a combination of determination and fear, “No mama. That’s my fry.” I smiled. He’s been going through this “my” phase. He thinks me sharing with him is him sharing with me. Is three the age that the ego comes into play? Discover your abundance mindset and tap into your reign. Click to read the full blogspiration.
Be a Good Parent
I’ll never forget holding that bouquet of pregnancy tests in my hand. I’d peed four times to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. It couldn’t be, right? This was supposed to be hard for me? No. Nope. I was pregnant. Oh. My. God. I was paralyzed with fear and I’d like to say excitement, but really it was mostly fear. I walked out of our bathroom with the awful medical green tile into our yellow padded voice over studio. It felt appropriate to deliver the news in a padded room. Spike was on the phone with one of his investors. As I stand there without saying anything, my handshaking with the sticks, immobilized. “Holy shit,” I thought to myself, “This is happening.” Spike noticed me in the doorframe and mouthed “You’re pregnant?” I could barely manage a nod. I’ll never forget the smile that grew across that man’s face. I had to borrow that confidence because I was freaking terrified.