So I need to clue you in on something.  I am standing on the edge of a massive, life-altering ascension .   When I left my company to build my own practice,  I knew I was destined for more freedom and more money.   But I truly had no freaking idea how big of a quantum leap I was about to take — or how many women I’d be taking with me.   This year, I invested well into the five figures.  I shared stages with legendary leaders and broke bread with industry icons.    And, yet

So I have to tell you a story — part to s pill some tea and remind you that no, you weren’t the only one whose family triggered old wounds, and part because it’s a damn good reminder.   Let’s set the scene.   I drove 14 hours to go to Illinois for my favorite day of the year. My gorgeous aunt not only made a delicious assortment of treats, staples, and interesting additions to my favorite meal of the year, but she also surprised me with a birthday party for my 14 month old s

Hello you beautiful, perfect, divine goddess,   So I have to tell you a story — part to s pill some tea  and remind you that no, you weren’t the only one whose family triggered old wounds, and part because it’s a damn good reminder.   Let’s set the scene.   I drove 14 hours to go to Illinois for my favorite day of the year. My gorgeous aunt not only made a delicious assortment of treats, staples, and interesting additions to my favorite meal of the year, but she also surprise

Hey gorgeous,   I’ve been thinking a lot about what separates the women in my circles from other women I see… and I think I finally found ( at least part of)  the secret sauce: intention.   The women I work with learn how to access, utilize, and activate energetic intention.   To be clear: I’m not talking about overthinking, over-producing, or trying harder. Real intention feels fluid. Easy. Energizing. Powerful.   ✨ Client B has been rewriting her money story: attracting wil

You may know me as a therapist and thought leader—but here’s the plot twist: I’m witchy as hell. The deeper I went into psychology, the more undeniable the spiritual became. Healing isn’t just clinical—it’s cosmic. Energy shapes what we believe, what we settle for, and what we magnetize. When you stop dimming and start moving through life aligned, embodied, and turned on, everything responds. Energy doesn’t lie. It leads.

Women have been sold a brutal lie: that life is supposed to feel hard. That struggle builds character, sacrifice equals success, and wanting more makes you selfish. I see brilliant women gripping their lives by the edge, convinced this exhaustion is normal. But you never signed a blood pact with the universe. Changing your mind is not failure—it’s evolution. Desire is not indulgence—it’s intelligence. You’re not here to perform your life. You’re here to inhabit it—fully, loud

I’ve noticed what separates the women in my circles from everyone else—and it isn’t effort or hustle. It’s intention. Not forced, frantic striving, but a grounded, embodied knowing. When women move from fear to trust, from habit to choice, everything shifts. Money feels safer. Time expands. Pleasure becomes a compass. Simple decisions create profound change. Because when you stop sleepwalking through life and start choosing with intention, ease, abundance, and freedom stop fe

We only claim the identity once the result confirms it. Artist when it sells. Successful when the title hits. Beautiful when the mirror agrees. It’s intermittent reinforcement—like pulling a slot machine lever, chasing the rush and forgetting the losses. When we outsource our worth to outcomes we can’t fully control, we stay stuck chasing happiness instead of embodying it. Power returns the moment you decide who you are before the proof appears.

She stayed for almost twenty years because it “wasn’t bad enough to leave.” Not good—just tolerable. A spotless home. Smiling vacation photos. A life that looked fine from the outside while quietly draining her from within. Each time she lowered her expectations, she moved farther from herself. What she knows now is this: the cost of staying the same is far higher than the cost of change—and the distance between what she had and what she wanted was never as far as she believe

I color-coded calendars, meal-prepped kale, and optimized my life trying to “get it right.” And still—it was never enough. The truth? Balance is BS. It’s not empowering, it’s soul-crushing. So what if the game was rigged from the start—and instead of playing fair, we went all in? Careers that light us up. Love that meets our standards. Energy that’s unapologetically too much. Stay close. Big things are coming.

This week as I was driving my feral child to day care, I popped on an Audible to drown out another rendition of Wheels on The Bus … and I happened upon Malcolm Gladwel’s Outliers . (Sidebar: this has been on my list to read for years and it is not disappointing!)   But anyway , he reminded me something I have always been fascinated with: Did you know that studies show that you only need 10,000 hours to become a master at something? For context, that's roughly ten years.  

This week, I was doing what I do, scrolling on Facebook, and saw a friend post about his weight loss journey.    He looked f*cking fantastic.  It's why I stopped to look in the first place. But beyond even the obvious weight loss, the most noticeable thing about the “AFTER” photo was his big, beaming smile.   The caption told me that he had been showing up at the gym, focusing on his health, really doing the work. But tucked into his celebration post was an apology too- " I k

You’ve been sold a lie—that success lives in your sacrifice, your titles, your constant proving. But what really matters is the life that lights you up: the touch that sparks you, the yes that scares you, the moments you forget to be careful. Yes, I Am Too Much™️ is the revolution for women done with “good enough” and ready for a life that feels electric, abundant, and entirely their own.

You’ve probably noticed this about yourself: When a friend needs help, you’re there. No hesitation. No second thoughts. You’ll move mountains, reschedule your entire day, over-give until your own body is running on fumes.   But when it’s flipped? When someone wants to give to you? When they offer help, praise, love, or generosity, suddenly, your skin crawls. You deflect, minimize, brush it off. You turn it into a joke.  You’re more comfortable carrying everyone else than let

While it feels like two lifetimes ago, I can still remember lying in bed next to someone who was supposed to love me, who I was supposed to love back, staring at the ceiling, my body stiff with silence. The clock ticked. My chest was tight. And all I could think was:  why does this feel so heavy?   I told myself it was normal. That love was supposed to feel like work. That the pit in my stomach was just the cost of partnership.   But here’s what I know now: 👉 Love shouldn’t

She sat across from me this week and said something I’ll never forget: “My divorce cost over $100K—and it’s the best money I will ever spend.” She wasn’t celebrating the ending of a marriage. She was naming the true cost of settling—the nights she pretended she was fine, the intimacy that felt like obligation, the slow erosion of her standards and self. That money bought her freedom, breath, mornings without dread, joy without rationing.

I spent five days in a courtroom watching women face the man accused of stealing far more than their bodies—he stole their freedom, safety, and the lives they might have lived. What became painfully clear is this: society does not protect women, it protects power. Survivors are interrogated, doubted, and asked to carry the weight of violence in silence while systems bend to shield men with wealth and influence. I’m done being quiet about that, stand with me in refusing a cult

No one told me it would happen this way.   Not in one dramatic moment, but in a thousand tiny asks: ✨ Smile when you don’t feel like it. ✨ Say yes when your body screams no. ✨ Don’t rock the boat. Don’t want too much. Don’t be too much.   And so I started handing over little pieces of myself. One compromise here, one silence there. I didn’t even notice how much was burning until I was standing in the ashes.   That’s what society does best—it doesn’t shove you into silence, it

If affirmations actually worked, your mirror would have fixed your life by now. “I am enough.” “I am powerful.” “I am confident.”   Cute. But let’s be honest—those mantras aren’t what change your life. They don’t dissolve the resentment sitting in your chest at 2am. They don’t bring back the spark in your relationship. They don’t give you the courage to walk into your boss’s office and finally ask for the raise.   What does? Embodied action. And that’s what I see, over and o

Most women aren’t stuck because they lack motivation—they’re stuck because they’re depleted, disconnected, and carrying quiet resentment. And change doesn’t happen by thinking harder or manifesting more. It happens through embodied action, supported in the right container. I’ve watched women reclaim clarity, confidence, boundaries, intimacy, and direction in just weeks when they step into spaces designed for real transformation. This October, you don’t have to keep circling.