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.

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.  

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

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

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I spent years letting others define my worth—bosses, partners, friends, even doctors. Every judgment I absorbed was never about me, but their own fears and limits. The truth? The moment you hand over the steering wheel of your life, you’re living inside someone else’s fear. Become Her is the antidote—where women finally name what they’ve swallowed, take messy, holy steps forward, and say the unfiltered “F*ck Yes” to their own lives.

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By now you know—I’ve been guiding women into their Yes, I Am Too Much™ era: women who are hungry for more, bold enough to claim it, and feral enough not to settle. But yesterday, on a Become Her call, I caught myself doing the very thing I tell my women never to do—second-guess. Imposter Syndrome whispered, and I pulled back. Played it safe. And then it hit me: if I’m asking them to show up unedited, unapologetic, and raw… I have to do the same. That’s why I pivoted. Becau

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How I learned to "take up space" and be the person you notice when they walk into the room as a women in their midlife.

The irony of being a coach and teaching and preaching empowerment to women in their midlife.

A few minutes before Harper arrived, I was still bargaining with the universe. Lying strapped to an operating table, my husband getting into scrubs, my midwife not yet in the room, I remember whisper‑prayers in my head.