 Did you know that the energy of “right” and “wrong” does not exist anywhere in the universe, other than in the subject of math? It’s true. Many people get hung up around whether something they want or think or feel or choose or have said is actually “right” or “wrong”. Trying to sort this out inside (especially with your brain), is a debilitating experience sometimes for many people. It can also often be the source of a lot of mental health distress, ultimately leading to things like depression, anxiety, addictions and so on. And yet, I’m here to tell you a little secret: There’s no such thing as “right” or “wrong”. Only in math. There certainly are options or choices that might be more satisfying, feelings that you have that you are more accepting of, but that does not mean they are right or wrong. There might be ways of showing up in the world or of treating others that you feel more satisfied with than others. Right and wrong are constructs that are learned over the course of life, in response to contact and connection from the environment. It’s a classic case of classical conditioning: a child does something that an adult approves of and they are rewarded; however, when a child does something that an adult does not approve of, they are punished. Overtime, a child begins to be shaped by someone else’s internal guidelines of what is “right” or “wrong”, whether that fits for them or not. Sometimes this guidance is helpful in terms of learning how to be a functioning part of society, connect with others in loving kinds of ways. Many times, it’s not. Instead, it’s dis-spiriting. The problem becomes when choice is erased from the equation. Instead of presenting an option or solution, a belief or a feeling as just that, “one way of having this experience”, these dualistic interpretations of the world get presented as dictates. And yes, this always ends up turning out badly somewhere down the line.  “Right” and “wrong” preclude “other”.
They preclude a “third way”. They preclude “another”. They preclude “different”. Sadly, the world becomes much smaller for everyone as you eliminate the possibility of another experience showing up that might teach you invaluable lessons about yourself, the world, your needs, etc. Right or wrong, black or white, fast or slow… these kinds of dualistic mentalities always indicate that you’ve regressed back into a younger emotional self inside. They’re simplistic ways of trying to manage the world. So, the next time that you begin to operate from this right or wrong way of thinking, see if you can catch yourself doing this. It might not be until after the fact, but hey, growing satisfaction in your life means growing awareness, even after the fact. That’s the beauty of mental health and emotional wellness- it doesn’t know time. So, if this happens, you might take a step back and recognize that this is a sign you’re regressed and no longer are quite the emotional adult you that you might hope to be. And this is a fantastic time to begin to explore what’s happening deep inside so that you can grow. If you begin to focus on what feels right, as opposed to what ought to be right, you’re going to end up right for you far more than you can possibly imagine. It’s always time to grow. XO, Kate  Let’s go. It doesn’t matter where we’re going. It’s enough to know that we’ll find that out along the way. I am privileged that in the summertime, there are a flock of Mississippi Kites that migrate into my neighborhood and entertain us overhead. One of my most favorite things to do is to float in our pool and watch these beautiful birds flying, high in the sky. What is so amazing about them is that sometimes they fly so high, they are only specks in the distance. Then a short time later, they return down closer to the earth and I can make out the outlines of their bodies again, their narrow, pointed wings flapping as they soar over air drafts. These birds are so graceful that it almost appears as if they are floating in the air. They take to the skies with no destination in mind, other than to fly. The aerial show, from the ground, is breathtaking. It seems that for these birds, flying, being aloft, is the ultimate goal. Not where they are going. So often, we as humans, confuse our time on Earth, with obsessions about what we’ve accomplished, where we are going, and what purposeful thing we are going to do next. We get hyper focused on outside world results and silence our inner needs to love, to be loved, to learn, to know the truth of our spirit, until we can somehow be assured that these efforts will take us somewhere. We put all our life force into making sure that these endeavors will result in tangible and productive results, so much so, that by the end of our days, our weeks, our months and our years, we are exhausted and feel disconnected from meaning. All of these conditions, hesitations, yes-buts and what ifs completely turn our human journey upside down, never letting the heart, wing that it is, truly unfold. It’s so interesting, because as I observe the birds, they respond into flight, only and simply by the presence of light that stirs them to flight and to song. They don’t consider concepts such as holding back or only investing if the return seems certain. In this, humans are some of the only creatures that seek out guarantees, certainties, and in doing so, work against our hearts. We snuff out the spark of our aliveness in each of our denials of what draws us closer towards it, energizes our experience of need, whether from a place of curiosity or necessity. Try as much as you might to imagine, construct direction, to plan and know what this life ought to be, it is the pulse of our heart itself that connects you higher into your spirit. In truth, the wings of birds don’t grow any differently to fit north, south, east or west. Our deepest frequency of aliveness inside each of us, is more fundamental in showing our true direction than any direction of worldly ambition. We, like the birds, are meant to fly and sing- to love and to be loved- to evolve into a higher place than when we came into this world. That’s all. All the rest: our plans, visions, goals, and schemes are like the twigs of the nest that once outgrown, we leave for bigger things.  For this experiment, here are the steps:
 Some of you may already know this, but for those of you who do not, May is Mental Health Awareness month!!!! I always love this month, not only because May is historically quite beautiful here in Saint Louis, MO, but also because mental health is my ‘jam!!!! Mental and emotional health is my thing; it’s one of the things that I most love to give energy too in both my personal and professional lives! And I didn’t know this, but Mental Health Awareness month was started in 1949 by the Mental Health America organization and has consistently been celebrated since then, in the month of May. So, this has been happening for a very long time. Way cool. I guess it’s just only becoming more noticeable as mental health is becoming less stigmatized. I was talking the other day about mental health diagnoses, and how, as a licensed mental health clinician, I believe that people are often mis-diagnosed with mental health illness as a result of the limitations of our western approach to medicine. Let me explain. In the western approach to medicine, there is an over-emphasis on pharmaceutical intervention and treatment interventions based upon what the managed care driven systems *deem* evidence-based and they are willing to reimburse. Providers want to deliver the outcomes that insurance companies recognize as legitimate for reimbursement. What this means is that insurance companies are dictating clinical treatment and interventions based upon evidence based outcomes in order to receive reimbursement. And because of this limitation, sometimes there is no language to apply to situations where a person might not necessarily have mental illness, but they are struggling. Especially if it is not of an evidence-based type of struggle. I tend to agree wholeheartedly with Carl Jung, who believed that most of people’s distress was related to the fact that they had lost connection with their spirit. Unfortunately, one losing their connection with their spirit is difficult to quantify or speak about in any sort of evidence-based way that an insurance company would recognize. That said, it looks a lot like depression, Bipolar, anxiety and can manifest in a myriad of ways such as through addictions, adjustment disorders, low functioning, hyperactivity, difficulty concentrating or following through, forgetfulness and so on. Bottom line, when you’ve lost your connection with your spirit, you are going to struggle. And the longer your struggle goes on, i.e., the longer you miss that the real issue is disconnection from your spirit, the more intense the difficulty in your life becomes. It happens this way because that’s the only way you’re going to recognize that something important needs to happen if we’re going to find the peace and satisfaction that everyone is looking for in their lives. Sadly, our mental health care system does not have the language or perspective to understand this and so instead uses mental health diagnosis to dictate how a person must be clinically treated in order to “manage” their symptoms and have a functional life. To be clear, I’m not saying that mental health diagnoses are a bad thing. I know that for many people, having a paradigm or a lens through which you can understand more about what’s going on in your life, can help you feel less alone, less overwhelmed. It can bring you relief. Part of being human is to crave certainty and information in order to understand. What I am suggesting is that rather than quickly putting a mental health diagnosis label on your struggle, what if you were not mentally ill, but rather undergoing a deeper evolution in your essence? What if your struggle was about growing into the next dimension of your aliveness? You know the story about the caterpillar and why it’s so challenging for them to get out of the chrysalis, right? It’s because the struggle to get out of this tightly enclosed space is exactly what has to happen to get the blood flowing in their wings so that they can fly...…..into the next phase of their life as a butterfly. What if that is what your struggle is really about? What if you’re really starting to become a butterfly right now and you are breaking out of your own emotional chrysalis, that has been very important and necessary for you to get to where you are at this critical moment in your life? What if instead of breaking down, you are actually breaking open? And that this breaking open has to happen in this way, at this time, for reasons that your brain may never, ever know. Your heart will and does though. I promise. All growth is counterintuitive. It’s going to look and feel exactly like the opposite of what you think it will be. Trust me, I know from both personal and professional experience on this one. Even though this struggle is the next step in your growth, and the exact thing that has to happen in order for you to find your way back to who you were designed to be in this lifetime, you still get to have feelings about it for sure. If you’re feeling overwhelmed, scared, anxious, confused, uncertain, uncomfortable, stuck, irritable, or just downright agitated, it sure as heck sounds like it’s your time to grow. Reach out. Each of us has to have connections in our growth process. That’s the only way you’re going to get to where you need to go in order to reconnect to your spirit. It’s in finding your way back to your spirit, in this next phase of your growth, that your peace and satisfaction will follow. #timetogrow #caterpillar #butterfly #transformationcounselingllc    I often say that how we care about others is closer to the kind of emotional care and support that we needed in our lives as children. And the ways that we care about and give ourselves attention around the very same kinds of issues, is much closer to the kind of emotional support that we received when we were small.
Interesting idea, huh? I believe that most parents and caregivers want to do the very best that they can, it’s just that they often come up short in their attempts to provide for their children’s emotional needs. Especially if that was not something emphasized in their own childhood. It’s not a judgement, it’s merely a common occurrence, that sadly, for many people, has a long-standing impact on their ability to find satisfaction in their lives and relationships. Remember: perception is reality. It doesn’t really matter whether or not a parent wants to show up emotionally for their child; what matters most is whether or not they are open and connected enough to their child to make sure their child feels supported. So that when their child is not getting what they need, the parent / caregiver is open enough to receiving that feedback and adjusting accordingly. That’s what matters. So for those of you who would like to know more about this, I have an experiment that I’d like for you to try that will help you learn more about how it felt to be emotionally supported in your childhood. Remember, there’s no “right or wrong” way to live an experiment. The whole purpose of an experiment or challenge is to have an experience and learn something about yourself in the process. For this experiment, here are the steps:
  I am tired. Not as in a “I need more sleep” kind of way. I’m tired in a “I’m tired of learning new things” kind of way.
I mean it. It’s been over one year since the pandemic closed down society “as we knew it” and we’ve been constantly adjusting ever since. Adjusting to new routines and schedules. Adjusting to a new way of working. Adjusting to a new way of “not” working for some who have lost their jobs. Adjusting to the loss of life. Adjusting to illness. Adjusting to the potential threat of illness all the time. Adjusting to putting life back together after the loss of a loved one. Adjusting to a new way of connecting with others. Adjusting to not connecting with others in person. Adjusting to how to attend to the daily tasks like grocery shopping, putting gas in the car, maintaining a household. Adjusting to new technology. Adjusting to new ways to access doctors, health care and therapists. Adjusting to just about everything as we knew it. And, honestly, I am tired of learning new things. I am tired of adjusting, pivoting, troubleshooting, breathing through disappointment and frustration. I’m tired of not feeling the “ease” as I go about my life. I’m tired of having to think through going out into the world, to determine what’s safest, do I have my mask, will I be able to socially distance? Questions like, who’s got the vaccine? Who’s got two vaccines? Who does not? You know, having to be concerned about literal safety all the time. I mean, it’s what all of us are doing all the time, unconsciously, when it comes to our emotions. This alone can be exhausting. But to have to constantly think about and manage the balance between safety and satisfaction in such a conscious way regarding going out into the world, trying to work, getting my social needs met...I’m tired from doing this 24/7. I am calling this “learning fatigue”. I’m tired of having to attend to and learn so many new things. I am ready for routine. I am ready for “ease” again when it comes to thinking about safety in the day to day kinds of things. I am ready for finding the groove again, which often motivates curiosity for me and compels me to begin learning new things and often, some new way to “get out of the box.” Honestly, I am kind of ready to be bored. I’m tired of living at the edge of my comfort zone when it comes to adjusting life inside and out, in response to the need to socially distance amidst the background of a pandemic. I understand why we’re doing it and the need to continue to be vigilant for a while longer. I plan to continue to do so in order to do my part to speed up our recovery as much as I can. I also need connection for my learning fatigue. And I would imagine that there are others who might benefit from this as well. Sending each of us lots of love and support as we continue to navigate our way each day. Stay safe and be well. Welcome to my monthly self-care “experiment”. I'm trying something a little new and I hope that over time, you'll join me in this practice.  Each month, I plan to share with you an exercise that will help you deepen your understanding about places in your life where it's time to emotionally grow. That is, if you want to. The purpose of this practice is to give you an experiential way to build a deeper awareness around places that your aliveness gets stuck inside and needs your deep and loving attention to shift. Head's up though: don't participate in these if you don't want to feel something! This month's growth experiment focuses on learning how to recognize the synchronous growth opportunities that life is always offering, usually in the most unexpected places.  Unexpected Messengers One of the most wonderful things about life is that our teachers come from the most unexpected places. For many, in order to receive them, there is work that has to be done to cultivate an open heart and willingness to recognize these opportunities for growth.. What a thought, huh? I have an experiment that I’d like for you to try. There’s no “right or wrong” way to live an experiment. The whole purpose of an experiment or challenge is to have an experience and learn something about yourself in the process.  For this experiment, here are the steps:
 You know what excites me the most about this time of the year?
Spring Training. I mean it. Major League Baseball Spring Training. The day that pitchers and catchers report to spring training, is like an *unofficial* holiday to me, in my house. Ever since I was a little girl, I have been a HUGE baseball fan. Saint Louis Cardinals specifically. I can remember staying up late in 1982, listening to the last pitch of the World Series on KMOX radio, and hearing the final call by Jack Buck when the Cardinals clinched the world series. Full disclosure: although an ardent baseball fan, I really miss Whitey Herzog’s “small ball” approaches to baseball. I loved the strategy of the 1980s managing style where players played very fundamental baseball, advancing runners, stealing bases, working diligently as a team to win the game. I’m not quite as big of a fan of the homerun and 100+ mph pitching, however I do appreciate the athletic skill that it takes to be able to compete at this level. Time changes things and such is the case with baseball. Anyway, the spring training series that takes place in Florida is referred to as the Grapefruit League, and the games/spring training season that takes place in Arizona is referred to as the Cactus League. Typically, being a Cardinal fan, I head down to spring training for a couple of weeks this time of the year. It’s a nice respite from the cold of the Midwest and also a chance to get to see the players up close and personal, talk to them, get some autographs and really just thaw out from the winter. I’m not heading anywhere this year due to COVID19, but you can bet I’ll be keeping track of the progress right here from Saint Louis, MO. When this time of the year rolls around, something shifts in me and I can feel spring right around the corner. Turns out this year, we got 8 inches of snow dumped on us in Saint Louis, the same day that pitchers and catchers reported for the first day of spring training. I was a collegiate softball player, so baseball/softball is definitely something I know intimately having played competitively my whole life. I just absolutely love the sound of the ball as it snaps into the glove or the crack of the ball on the bat. Those are sounds of springtime to me. I don’t know what it is about baseball starting back up that puts a skip back into my step; maybe it’s the anticipation of listening to the games on the radio (I still prefer to listen to them than watch them) while floating in the pool or running errands, or just the promise of warmer temperatures and longer days just around the corner. Whatever it is, spring training energizes the feeling of happiness inside of me and also touches the little kid's place of pure joy, fun and excitement as well. So yes, if you reach out and no one answers, you might check the ball field. That’s likely where I’m going to be. I’ll see you there! Recently, something came together for me, in a piece of my own growth process actually, during which I connected some dots between now, present day, and my childhood, my past. I was recalling how fond I was of the children’s book, A Wrinkle In Time, by Madeleine L’Engle, actually the whole series by Madeleine L’Engle, and just reflecting upon wondering why that was the case as a child. The “why” behind things always fascinates me. I truly believe that there is a meaningful intention and purpose behind everything that we do, think, choose, feel, believe. I don’t believe in coincidence or randomness in the universe. I just don’t.  We may not always consciously know why something is happening, but I promise you, there is always a very important reason why it’s happening, even if our brain does not understand. So, I was quite delighted when I put two and two together and the dots connected about my fondness for this story. This is the story of how this happened and what I learned about myself from this experience.. I was talking with some friends about the idea of tesseracts and how it was a central tenet in this book’s story. And how it is described by Madeleine L’Engle as the “shortest distance between time and space”, essentially a “short cut” portal through space and time. (For an interesting read on more about tesseracts, check out this article.) Anyway, I was always fascinated (and terrified) as a child by the idea of a tesseract and completely and totally intrigued at the same time. A wrinkle in time…? Was that even possible? Was it not? How would I find a tesseract? Or even know if one was around? These were the kinds of questions I often asked myself as a child. I mean, why not. At the time it seemed far fetched, but absolutely thrilling as well. It also seemed a little bit scary of a notion too. I can remember an accompanying feeling of loneliness even at the thought of traveling through a tesseract and the distinct possibility of not making it back to this dimension easily, should I be lucky enough to stumble upon such a portal in the universe.  And so, as I was talking about this children’s story and how much I loved it, especially the idea of tesseracts, it suddenly dawned on me…. THIS IS WHAT I DO EACH TIME I TRAVEL BACK INSIDE IN MY OWN THERAPY TO HEAL ANOTHER PIECE OF OLD TRAUMA FOR MY INNER CHILD. I travel through tesseracts ALL THE TIME. So do my clients. We’re constantly going back in time, through the powerful vehicle of imagery, finishing up old experiences and living them out in a new way, with more emotional support this time around. What we do in this deep emotional healing work is travel back across our history, to recover something important and essential for living in the present moment. Exactly like L’Engle’s story in A Wrinkle In Time. And in traveling across time in these ways to clear out old energy of trauma, we clear out the pathways for new energy to flow through us. And I truly believe that we have the power to affect past generational healing as well as extend healing to those generations to come after us. So, what I would like to say to the little girl inside of me that used to wonder about wrinkles in time, tesseracts and time travel, it turns out Madeleine L’Engle’s story IS true!!!! It turns out that wrinkles in time do exist, tesseracts ARE possible, they are all around if you know where to look for them, and apparently we are pretty keen on helping people find their own tesseracts too. No wonder I was fascinated with this book as a little girl! Turns out it was a story about what I was going to be and do when I grew up. Isn’t this fantastic?!?!?!? I sure didn’t know it at the time, but I sure did know I was fascinated by this story and read it over and over and over. I knew it was pretty important to me nonetheless. So… the next time your kiddo or someone you know or love has a fascination with a story, a song, a movie, a piece of art or something along those lines, don’t diminish this passion. It just might be a very important message from their spirit about something relevant to what they were born to be in this lifetime. Gotta run. I hear a wrinkle in time calling my name. Whew. The first day of a new month, it’s hard to believe that we are already one month into a new year. So far, 2021 has been fast and furious. So much has happened in the country and in the world, in so little time. I realized the other day that I lived January like I was racing something, trying to get somewhere as quickly as I could, accomplishing as much as I possibly could along the way.  I’ve never been great about “dialing it back” when it comes to life, pretty much everything that I do, I throw myself into 150%. Especially when I am stressed. It’s kind of an “all or nothing” end game for me, that is at least when I’ve lost connection to my center. Which, after the month that we just had, on top of being almost ONE FULL YEAR into lockdown due to COVID19, makes a whole lot of sense to me how this can happen. It happens so easily these days with all that each of us are contending with in light of everything going on. It used to be really difficult to be gentle with myself when I caught myself operating in “high gear”, trying to outrun something. Nowadays, it doesn’t take me much time at all to be able to bring compassion towards myself for doing whatever I can when another piece of my process opens up inside. See, that’s the thing: we don’t always consciously know when we’re trying to get away from something going on inside of us emotionally that has caused us to be triggered. It just happens quite unconsciously most of the time. Often, we only recognize that we’ve been operating from a triggered state, after the fact. Sometimes after things feel like they have “blown up” or taken a turn “for the worse” in our life. That’s ok. Unless you grew up in a family in which it was a priority to attend to your emotional well-being, in a true, body-centered kind of way, you probably did not grow up to become an adult that, by default, can quickly tune into what’s going on with you emotionally. In order to become more aware of when you’ve lost connection to your center, you have to consciously commit to building that awareness. And this is how growing consciousness begins: after the fact. When you’re standing there looking at the mess, wondering how this happened. Again.  In order to grow consciousness about this deepest and unconscious part of yourself, you have to surround yourself with people and opportunities to receive loving feedback about what you’re doing, your energy, your behaviors, thoughts, you know the drill.
And it takes a lot of courage and commitment to seek out that kind of honest support that will lovingly reflect back to you what they see about you. And then it takes a double dose of courage to actually take in what they share about you. So, that’s what I am focusing on for February: slowing things down and working on being more present in the moment, whatever it is that is happening in my life. You know, it’s not about finding any sort of “state” of existence and staying there, that makes us happy. It’s the ability to bring love and support to whatever it is that is going on at any point in time in our life. That’s both the hardest thing to do for many people and yet the essential practice if you want to find lasting peace and satisfaction. So, the next time that I find myself feeling like I am frantically “pedaling in the sand”, I am going to experiment with living this as an invitation from the universe to slow the pace of my heart and invite what needs to emerge for my next piece of growth, to show up. Like the pace of the earth that supports us, while in constant motion, the growth of your highest being moves so deeply and subtly that it’s easy to miss these precious moments for growth. You know what I am looking the most forward to in 2021? It not being 2020. I’m serious. Because three-fourths of the year was spent in lock-down, I almost feel like 2020 didn’t even happen. Except that I know it did. I don’t know about you, but after a while, it all seemed to just start to blur together. And not always in a good way. So, I’m excited about 2021 because it means that 2020 is over and we’ve all managed to survive this incredible year. Who knew that we were going to have to live through a once-in-a-lifetime pandemic that would shut down our society, disrupt the economy and kill thousands of people in our country alone? Unbelievable.  For me one of the hardest challenges of 2020, besides not being able to connect in person with my family and friends and trying to stay safe and not spread COVID, was how quietly the process of aging snuck up on me. It caught up to me this past year in ways that only mid-life can bring. First it started getting my attention by my worsening eyesight, which I blamed on too much “screen time” now that I was on the computer all day conducting therapy with clients. Several months later and many socially-distanced visits to the eye doctor, turns out that my eyesight is changing, and not just because of additional screen time. All of a sudden, I find myself talking about “multifocal” contacts and glasses (a kinder way to reference bifocal glasses) and trying to keep track of where my reading glasses are. I have now become one of those people who has glasses available in every room of my house and my car.  Next came the slow down of my metabolism, which at first I thought was simply “pandemic eating” catching up with me. Well, turns out that “pandemic eating” is the perfect condition for exposing a slowed down metabolism that apparently comes with mid-life. Gone are the days of being able to eat whatever I want and get away with it. And this is despite exercising daily and staying active. When I was younger, staying fit depended 60% on the exercise I was doing and 40% on what I ate; now it’s directly reversed apparently, staying fit requires me to focus 60% of my efforts on food choices and intake and 40% upon the kind of exercise. It’s a true paradigm shift. What these physical life changes have taught me is how important it is to make movement and activity as much of a priority as everything else in my life. Instead of exercising with a goal in mind, I now approach it as a way to support myself staying healthy and strong as I am moving into the second phase of my life. I’ve also had my share of hot flashes this past year too. Thankfully, these started happening this past summer, during which I could go out and jump into the swimming pool to cool off. Still, not a fun thing to have to begin to get used to. I’m adjusting though and finding my way through this piece, using nutrition, natural supplements and stress-relieving practices to manage. I liken this perimenopause life transition that I am going through to being like “adolescence with consciousness”. If you think about it, adolescence was the other major life transition in which hormones were all over the place and it felt like my body went from one moment making sense to me to the next moment being all over the place. The difference I am finding is that now, in midlife, I have more resources, more supports, more knowledge, wisdom and life experience to understand “that my body is changing again” and to greet myself with compassion and support.  For me, this past year has been all about doubling down on the amount of support that I need to build into my life to stay grounded and connected.. I have learned in a way that I never have before, how much I need it. There’s been so much going on this past year on so many levels. What I have learned in a deeper, more profound way is how dynamic life is, how much change is a part of being alive and how important it is to find an anchor deep inside to keep coming back to when I start to lose my connection to myself. 2020 has certainly provided me with ample opportunities to learn about this and practice anchoring and reconnection. For these growth opportunities I am grateful. I used to be one of those people who intentionally sat down at the end of each year and not only reviewed and reflected upon the past year, but also came up with clear and measurable new year’s goals and intentions. However, several years ago, someone very wise and dear to me said that anytime we add a goal to life, it creates tension. That’s stuck with me. Deeply. Anytime I create a “goal” for myself, it always creates tension in my structure. Even if the tension is subtle- it’s there. It’s how I learned to move forward in my life from a place of pressure or fear of failing, rather than moving forward in life as a process of movement towards something that I want, whether or not it happens. Moving forward for the sake of growth and movement and living into the next experience is such a freeing way to be alive. So, I don’t create any specific “resolutions” or goals any longer at New Year’s. Or really for that matter, for any of my life experiences any more. Instead, what I hope for and set intentional energy towards, at each new year, is the hope that I continually be given opportunities for deeper growth and healing, whatever that looks like and means in each and every situation. I want to keep growing. That’s my hope for my new year and for my life. Whatever those experiences bring, they bring. My only job is to keep building support so that I can meet them when they come. So, my resolution / wish / hope / intention for 2021 is that I not only continue to receive opportunities to learn more about my unfinished places inside, but that I also have the supports to live those experiences for my highest good and continue to clear out what gets in the way of my aliveness. And that’s it. 2020 was about surviving a pandemic and staying safe. Here’s to 2021 being all about a year of profound and continued growth!  |
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