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Resilience

All the Self-Care in the World Won’t Help.

Everyone seems to be talking about self-care these days. Don’t get me wrong. It’s important. But self-care is not the magic potion it’s made out to be.  ~ Have you gone for a run, but all you could think about is what you should’ve said in that meeting? ~ Have you gotten a massage, but…

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I Was So Mean.

This summer was about healing my hip and my heart. Perfect timing since I’m in the middle of writing a series about self-compassion…. #practicewhatyoupreach Back in the day, if there was a way to plug a speaker into my brain, you would’ve heard me tell myself, “You’re such an idiot.” It sounds so awful, but I…

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You haven’t seen me lately.

Hello! Remember me? I usually write you every couple of weeks, but it’s been six long weeks since I last said “hello.” There have been several “you’ve got to be kidding me” challenges that have deflated me in the last couple of months. Tack these hard last months onto my hard last year and I’ve been…

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Self-Compassion Changed My Life.

I was once a perfectionist. I saw it as one of my top qualities: that I would work until something was done to the best of my abilities. Because I worked so hard, I was disappointed and disillusioned when things didn’t work out as hoped. For example, I was a professional actor for most of my…

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Is this some kind of joke?

Do you remember the one about my grandfather passing, my basement flooding, and my boyfriend breaking up with me all in one week? Seriously, it sounds like the set-up of a (not funny) joke, doesn’t it?! Last week, I had a doozy of a day. ~8:30am~ I had my first-ever mammogram. (Hello, 40.) ~9am~ I had an…

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You Will Be Okay.

A few weeks ago, I wrote about approaching my 40th birthday. I’ve been thinking a lot about the difference between me-now and me-awhile-ago. A lot of it’s related to the conversation I have with myself. It’s changed wildly over the last twenty years. Several mornings this past week, one of the first thoughts I’ve strung together…

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Two Days Before I Turn 40

This week, I turn 40. 39 was the hardest year in all of my thirties. A year ago, on March 1, I was so excited for my next year. I wrote in my journal, “39, bring it on! I’m ready to love you and live you! I had (and thankfully still have) my health, a growing…

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