🍂 You built your life around being easy to get along with. You hide your vulnerable bits under your general competence, a thick armor of humor, and always being there for everyone else. And then life tilts over without your permission. Heartbreak. Soul ache. Grief that won’t stay in its lane. All piling up until you j u s t. c a n ‘t. b r e a t h e. 🌿 I help capable women stop believing they have to earn their worth, especially when it’s not just their plans that fall apart, but their sense of who they are. 🐛 So if you feel all goo’d up like a caterpillar in a cocoon, I’m your gal. I’m both the stick that holds you and your guide through the goo, so you can emerge intact when you’re ready to move rooted through the world again. 🗻 I live on the Olympic Peninsula, just around the bend from my beloved Lake Crescent, with Blue and Micky (the dogs), 🐾Katniss and Rue (the cats), 🐈 Justin (the semi-retired fisherman), and an opinionated herd of elk who insist my lone pear tree is theirs. 🦌
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Apparently, I'm the designated 💩 handler.
Published 4 days ago • 4 min read
It's been a shitty week around here, Reader. Literally. 💩 I've been back from New England for over a week … and busy with all the 4006 things to do on my "catch up" list. And … while I was off gallivanting around six states, and presenting at the retreat in Boston, one of the dogs, likely Micky, had an accident on my favorite rug. Justin, bless his heart, dragged it outside onto the patio. Where it sat. The whole time I was gone. And then for another week while I tended to more pressing...
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