I have waited for this day, with bated breath for a month!!!! It felt the same as I waited those extra weeks for Colton to come, nearly three weeks past his due date. Pregnant with purpose. Pulsating with potential. It’s been a process of trusting, releasing, breathing deep, and knowing it would happen. Knowing that the possibility was in me, I’d birthed it and it was going to come. Discover the possibilities and tap into your reign. Click to read the full blogspiration.
Ever dropped the ball? Made a mistake? Fucked up? Of course, you have…you’re human. And if you haven’t...well then liar, liar pants on fire. It certainly doesn’t feel fun to be wrong, to make a mistake, to let someone down. But, there is this thing called life...and shit...well, it happens. The question is… What do you do about it after?Discover your learnings and tap into your reign. Click to read the full blogspiration.
Here we are in February. January was in a word...growth. Losing my dad was hard. It’s still hard. And grief is a process. There are moments when I remember a funny thing he used to say or something I used to nag him about that brings me to tears within an instant. But the space in between those memories and the present moment is widening, creating a beautiful space for transformation. I miss my dad. I will always miss him in the form that I knew him.Discover your transformation and tap into your reign. Click to read the full blogspiration.
Two years ago, I did an interview on the Erin Strayer Show. I do a lot of interviews these days, at least 2-3 a week for different shows, summits, speaking gigs, so sometimes, it can feel like a blur when you’re constantly in the go-go-go of the grind. But I never forgot about Erin. (I’ll tell you why tomorrow. 😉) Turns out...now I find out that in 3 years of her show, my episode has become one of her MOST WATCHED EPISODES EVER!!! And now, we’re nominated for the “Best of the Best” Awards! Discover you aunthenticity and tap into your reign. Click to read the full blogspiration.
“Do you fling yourself off a cliff and expect to fly to Hawaii?” I asked my client.She stared at me perplexedly, “Um...no...I would die.”“Exactly!” I exclaimed.You see...Having worked with 5,6, and 7-figure entrepreneurs for the past 4 years, and having been an entrepreneur for the past 12 years, I’ve found the number one reason why people start their own businesses - freedom. Hey, it was my reason too. Discover your freedom and tap into your reign. Click to read the full blogspiration.
Ever worry that what you’re putting out into the world isn’t “perfect”? I mean, god forbid you have a typo or grammatical error in anything - let alone the button on your checkout page. Now, I can write, but grammar ain’t my specialty. Pretty much all my clients know this. Sometimes my brain - like right now - writes faster than my computer has time to catch up. Discover your process and tap into your reign. Click to read the full blogspiration.
Declan‘s “trucks” really sounds it’s rhyming f-bomb. Thing is, trash trucks are currently his favorite thing on the planet. Every morning at our place in the Gold Coast we have at least three to six pass-and-collects by our giant floor to ceiling windows...beginning at 6:14 AM. And while the windows provide a world-class surround-sound experience earlier than I would like at that moment (I’m still in my quiet-hours of morning routine + getting stuff done), Declan is ecstatic, enraptured in over-the-moon jubilation over these waste vehicles. I mean, picture Mick Jagger or Tony Robbins or Lady Gaga style fandom, and that is my son - a garbage truck groupie. Unapologetic for his unabashed love of waste receptacle vehicles. And the joy he experiences...EVERY. SINGLE. MORNING....is the BEST cup of Decky you could ever have.
“You’re frustrated.” I could see it in her eyes, as they welled up with tears about to cry. She’d done all the visualizing. She’d journaled and future-casted, prayed, entered the astral-plane, dropped into the 5-D. She’d created more vision boards in 1 year than most do in their lifetime. She meditated, constantly, incessantly, daily. She raised her vibe, tapped into the frequency, experienced the Divine. She’d gone through therapy, reiki, sound-healing, trauma counseling, prayer-circles, support groups. She’d taken classes in neuroscience, courses in mindset, courses in Miracles. She’d surrounded herself with quartzes and played Solfeggio Hz frequencies every hour. She’d invested in herself, buying programs, hiring mentors, coaches, doing masterminds. “You’re damn right I’m frustrated…wait, no, that’s negative language. I know I shouldn’t say it, but that’s where I am.” “Because you haven’t seen results yet.” “Exactly.”
