On pleasing...

Dear Leanne: 

Oh honey, it is impossible to try to share your gifts with everyone. And that's not because EVERYONE is such an impossibly large number of people (7.3 billion and counting, to be inexact), it's because EVERYONE will never be able to fully appreciate all of the gifts inside. 

But you know that now that your signage is strewn on the floor of an antique warehouse. 

All of this to say, hopefully now you're loving up the people who are equally thrilled to love up you and the impossibly large number of gifts packed inside YOU. Worth noting, perhaps, each and every one of those gifts is for your own sheer joy and happiness...until of course, you decide that you're willing and able to share.

The world is your playground, sister. 


Sometimes you've got to quiet the monkeys before you can find the little gems of peace inside. Join me for #peacequest. It's an easy and free way to tap into your gifts. Sign up today, it starts 11/11.

The tipping point


There's a point in every relationship where the decision to proceed is made.

Good, strong, solid relationships have a way of camouflaging this decision because proceeding is pleasant and easy. In these relationships onward is the only way. 

Weak relationships are not afforded the luxury of such no-brainers. Alarms go off. Thinking, pondering, obsessing and weighing options against non-options ensues. 

Do you know why that is? It's because neither party wants to let go of what needs to be let go which just so happens to be the other person(s). There's a dream or a wish or a belief tied to that relationship that isn't real or attainable or, quite frankly, worth it.

There's also a fear resting in the perceived void. A fear so big it's almost impossible to imagine the happiness, relief and sheer joy that can occupy the space where all that unpleasant fuckery resides.

Why do that? Why hang onto something that's not good instead of creating the space for (if nothing else) peace?

You can't have something bad without the promise of something better. It's impossible. 

So let go and make way.