Motherhood

This still surprises the heck out of me…

April 2, 2015

My life has changed. Really changed. And it still surprises me every day. Because there was a point when I didn’t believe that anything could change about my life. That I didn’t have any or enough power to change my mind-set, change my day, change my life. But I did. And so can you. Now, before you start rolling your eyes at yet another blog …

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EVERY woman needs to hear this message…

October 20, 2014

  I’m not really interested in celebrities. But I got turned on to this video by a friend and I have watched it twice and will likely watch it again. It is SUCH an important (and revolutionary) message to women, and about women, and how we are living our lives these days. It will speak to every woman who has ever felt that she needed …

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Our mighty rage….and why it kicks *ss!

September 2, 2014

Today, I’d like to talk about something that women don’t talk about very much. Our rage. It isn’t pretty. It isn’t nice. It isn’t talked about much. Otherwise known as anger. Fury. Molten lava heated temper explosion. Storm. Super-duper uncontrollable MAD MAD MAD. I’ve felt anger before but I have never experienced rage like I do now. Thank you, motherhood. There is something about caring …

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I need this woman…

June 20, 2014

I had a week where I faced a few business challenges and some moments of self-doubt and questioning. I have developed tools that allow me to get back to my centre (where all my trust, truth and courage live) but I still experience moments where the steps seem like hard work and I have to rely on faith to keep moving forward. One of my tools is going to …

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A shadow of my former self…?

October 25, 2013

Recently, I have had many days where I have felt like a shadow of my former self. As two children (including our new baby boy, Bax, born on June 27th) nap upstairs, I turn to the computer in a badly-fitting sweater, jogging pants and running shoes. Only better than my outfit is my face; tired eyes and sticking-up hair. Beside me on the floor are …

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