Raising Brave Kids

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This is a review of an amazing children’s book my friend wrote.  But before I get to that, I need to give you some back story. 

My kiddos, reading said book.

I do affirmations with my kids.  It dawned on me one day when they were really little that some day, in the distant future, mean kids might tell my adorable, sweet, innocent little babies that they’re dumb.  Or weird.  Or bad at sports. You know—the stuff You-Can’t Monsters are made of.  And in that moment of realization, I actually felt offended and mad. I was all, “Aw, heck no!” (Please tell me I’m not the only woman who goes mama bear over situations that haven’t actually happened yet). 

Anyhoo, the whole experience got me thinking .  . . how can I prepare them for the inevitable trials of youth and adolescence—for the mean girls and the merciless boy hazing?  How do I prepare them for the stuff beyond all that, like the scariness of choices and trying something new and putting yourself out there?  

I’m not sure any mom can fully prepare her kids for rejection and failure and, you know .  . . high school.  But a girl can try.  

I settled on affirmations.  

And so, since they were little I have told them every day,“You are smart, kind, important.  You can do hard things.  You don’t give up easily.”  As they got bigger we added a few to the list, like “I try new things” (that one was very useful for when we were introducing new foods), but no matter what, we always end with, “You’re brave. You’re powerful.”  

Now that my kids are old enough to have real conversations and real opinions, I don’t have to say the affirmations to them anymore.  Instead I say, “Tell me who you are.”  And they say the affirmations to me.  Sometimes they say them begrudgingly, with a little eye roll, but by the time they get to the end of the list, I always get a robust and authentic, “I’m POWERFUL!” 

It’s like, totally adorable. And tear-jerking.  And it makes my heart burst with pride.  

That’s why I love it when I meet like-minded moms who are creating stuff to build kids up from a young age.  One such mom is Ruth Soukup, New York Times bestselling author, seven-figure blogger and creator of Living Well Spending Less, The Elite Blog Academy and Do It Scared.  She sounds fancy, right?  Well, she is!  And I’ve been blessed to work with her personally and get to know her better.  

Ruth has a fierce passion for helping people break out of their comfort zones so that they can be and do everything they were created for and live out their God-given potential.  At her core, she’s a mama, just like me and you, and she’s recently taken what she knows about fear and goal crushing and made it consumable for kiddos in her book, How Big Is Your Brave? 

The story follows a young bunny named Zippy, whose dream in life is to become an astronaut and travel to outer space.  When she learns about a local space camp, however, she is overcome by fear, and hesitates to sign up because she’s afraid she won’t be good enough.  But with some encouragement from her brother, she does sign up, even though she’s terrified that space camp will be difficult.  (This is the part when I look at my kids and remind them, “But we can do hard things, right?” To which they nod and reply, “Yep.”) 

Zippy quickly starts to relax and excel in space camp, and the day before it’s over she’s proud to show her brother the amazing rocket ship she’s been working on, which she’s going to present to the rest of her class the following day.  But an unfortunate series of accidents leads to her ship being almost completely destroyed, and Zippy is heavily discouraged and ready to quit.  Her dad reminds her that how she responds to adversity is a choice (I always pause here to remind my own kids that everything in life, especially how we react, is a choice), and Zippy decides to start over and work on fixing her rocket ship so it’s ready for the next day’s presentation.  (This is the part when I say to my kids, “We don’t give up easily, do we?” And they say, “Nope!”) 

The next day, Zippy presents her rocket ship and earns herself a blue ribbon for creativity and second place overall.  She learns that courage means taking action even when you’re scared, and that most of the time, success lies on the other side of fear.  

Y’all, I love this book.  I love that my kids love it and that they ask my husband and I to read it to them.  Most of all, I love that it affirms for them everything I’ve been telling them for years.  And yeah, I’ll admit it: it’s a great reminder for me in my own life, too.  

From one mom to another, I highly recommend that you check it out!  Read it with your kids.  Heck, read it for yourself. No doubt, we could all use a little encouragement right now, and this story is a lovely dose. 

And while you’re at it, think about where fear is keeping you from stepping into your own greatness.  Raising brave kids starts with being brave yourself, right? Well, if you’re being totally honest, what’s your “space camp?” Is it starting a new business? Writing a book? Losing 25 pounds? Whatever it is, trust yourself. Channel your inner Zippy. Just take one step, and the next step will reveal itself.

Truly, girlfriend, that dream wouldn’t be on your heart if you didn’t have what it takes to achieve it. Anyone can do anything.  

Why not you?


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Why Every Girl Needs a Celebration Circle

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Katie, Amy, Me and Steph

Did you know you are the average of the five people you hang around the most?  It’s a potent truth. It means you essentially share the behaviors and beliefs of the five people you spend the most time with.   That’s great news if you hang around five people who live intentionally and are generous, confident and kind. If, on the other hand, you spend most of your time with people who don’t believe they create their realities, complain, are lazy and settle for mediocrity then, well  . . . you know. So will you. 

Take a sec’ to let that sink in.

Acknowledging how much your Five influence you is one of the most powerful things you can do.  Think about any goal you’ve been trying to achieve. Depending on the quality of your Five, achieving that goal may be much more difficult than it could be, your great intentions notwithstanding.  

Let’s take losing weight as an example.  If you want to lose weight and get healthier, but you’re spending most of your time with people who don’t make healthy food choices and don’t exercise, it’s exponentially less likely that you’ll achieve your goal.  Makes sense right? But what if your Five was comprised of like-minded women who choose health and movement, who cheer you on and call you out and welcome you to do the same for them? Do you think your results would be better? 

No doubt, girlfriend.  

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I’m proud to say that, along with my husband and my friend Lara, my Five includes three very special women who started as business accountability partners but who are now my very best friends.  I call these women my Celebration Circle, and I am utterly convinced that you need one, too.  

I met Steph, Katie and Amy when we were all Team Leaders with a now defunct direct sales company called Wildtree.  Steph lives in Montana and Katie and Amy are in Wisconsin, so at first we only ever got together at company meetings.  Our friendship began with regular check-ins by phone during which we would share business goals and hold each other accountable for completing the commitments we had made on the call before.  Eventually we started communicating more regularly using recorded audio messages on Facebook Messenger. It wasn’t long before we began turning to each other for more than just business ideas and accountability.  We started to lean on each other, confide in each other and support each other as mothers, wives and friends.  

Today, I talk to Steph, Katie and Amy every single day, thanks to an awesome walkie-talkie app called Voxer.  I share everything with them, from mom fails to arguments with my husband to things you can only ever talk about with girlfriends.  I tell them my biggest dreams and my deepest fears. And because empowered women empower women, they encourage me to be my highest and best.   They challenge me. They give me ideas. They listen to me. They take my side. They openly disagree with me. They defend me. They call me out.  They love me fiercely.  

They celebrate me.  And I do the same for each of them.  

Having my Celebration Circle is a huge part of the fullness of my life.  But here’s the unexpected kicker: having them is also part of my success.   Experiencing the profound effect of a friendship like this makes me want it for everyone, including you, friend. If you don’t have a group of women who celebrate and comfort you, who lift you up when you’re down and push you to be your best, you need one. 

The big question, of course, is how do you create a Celebration Circle?  Well, this is where the rubber meets the road. Your Circle will come together as a result of upgrading your Five.  And I’ll be the first to tell you that upgrading your Five will probably be uncomfortable. The process requires you to take a long, hard look at some of your existing relationships.  But that’s the point.

Living your ideal life means surrounding yourself with people whose energy is serving you and the person you want to be.  

One of my Mary Kay mentors taught me a great exercise for examining the quality of your Five.  Are you ready to get real with your bad self? Grab a paper and pen and write down the five people you currently hang around the most.  Go on. I’ll wait.  

Once you have your list, write a plus sign (+) next to the people who are adding to the fullness of your life.  These are the people who embody what you want more of in your space. Perhaps that’s excellence, boldness, intentionality, confidence, positivity or accountability.  Maybe it’s mindfulness or creativity or just plain love. There are no wrong answers here. If they’re adding to your life, they get a plus sign.

Next, write a zero (0) next to the people who are not necessarily adding to your life, but aren’t taking away from it either.  These people are Switzerland—they’re neutral.  

Finally, write a minus sign (-) next to the people who are taking away from the fullness of your life.  These are the people who behave like crabs in a bucket. If you’ve never witnessed this phenomenon, suffice it to say they don’t hoist each other up in a, “I got you, girl!” kind of way.  It’s quite the opposite, in fact. If one of them tries to get out of the bucket, the others will pull her down. Literally. Relentlessly. They will keep her from rising up.  

I’ve seen human women behave this way as well.  Poisoned by a scarcity mindset, they believe that if they help another woman succeed, there won’t be enough success left for them.  God didn’t make the Universe abundant enough for us all to be successful at the same time, they tell themselves.  And so they pull others down, secretly hoping those women will fail so they can feel better about not excelling.  These are the people who drain your energy. They complain, nitpick or nag and, despite that you may love them, they make your space toxic.  

Now, once you’ve been raw and honest and designated each person as a positive, a negative or a neutral, take a look at what you’ve uncovered.  If you don’t see five plus signs, you’ve got some work to do if you want to create a true Celebration Circle. (And duh, of course you want that).  

Although it may seem harsh, that means eliminating the Bucket Crabs from your Five.  Now before you freak out, I’m not suggesting you eliminate them from your life (although with certain people, like my ex-husband, that will indeed be the case).   You’re just removing them from your inner circle. And yes, that’s true even if a Bucket Crab in your Five is someone you’re related to, which can make this endeavor extra sticky.  

There is no cookie cutter solution here, and I won’t pretend I have one.  We’re all navigating different dynamics with our Bucket Crabs. But, as with any goal, although you’re thinking big your actions must be small.  So instead of completely axing someone from your Five cold turkey, maybe you start with something as simple as not engaging when she calls to do her usual unloading of complaints and negativity.  Instead of trying to fix things or make suggestions and getting totally sucked in, just let her talk and empty her cup while you remain neutral.   

Once your Five is comprised of plus signs, creating a Celebration Circle is easy.  

I don’t think there’s any right or wrong way to do it, although I will say the beauty of mine is that we are completely balanced.  If you want to think of it in terms of “biologies,” I am the Control, Katie is the Influence, Amy is the Power and Steph is the Authority.  Or if we were witches, I guess Amy would be Earth, Steph would be Wind, Katie would be Water and I would be Fire. Whatever—the point is, we form a completely balanced circle, which means we each bring different perspectives to goal crushing and problem solving (as well as choosing restaurants, shoes and wine).  

Having a Celebration Circle is fun.  Having a quality Five is essential. Having both is a blessing.  Choose both, girlfriend. It will change your life.


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Unleashed


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Why do anything—seriously, anything—if you aren’t going to give yourself the full experience?  Feel into that question. And yes, you read it right. You give to yourself fully or you hold yourself back.   No one else is involved, my friend, and that is the #wholetruth.  

I’m fresh off of a four-day self-discovery course and I’ve been feeling into this question since the moment it was over.  The concept reminds me of that old instruction to “dance like no one is watching.”  You’ve heard of it, surely. Perhaps you’ve told someone else to live that way in a heartfelt moment of giving advice. Heck, you may even have that saying on a placard on your wall somewhere.

It seems we all understand that saying.  But do we feel it?

I know I hadn’t until very recently.  I have an identity that is fiercely attached to following rules.  That part of me enjoys being accurate. Correct. Doing things the way they’re “supposed” to be done.  It enjoys being told, “Yes! You did it right!” That’s the part of me that graduated first in her class from law school.  Literally no one in Class of 2006 did better than I did.  Not. A. One. I know what it means to execute impeccably.  It’s a safe, comfortable place for me to be.

On the flip side of that identity is a gut-wrenching, hysterical fear of making a mistake.  What if people are indeed watching me dance? What if I’m not doing it right? What if I fall?  What if I screw up?

That fear has existed within me my entire life and, despite my success on paper, it has stifled me.  For every A+ there is a tantrum during which I’ve ripped to shreds the coloring book page evidencing my crayon marks outside the lines.  Behind every award there’s hair that I ripped from my own head strewn on the floor. Getting it right is all that has ever mattered. The result, ironically, is that I don’t turn up the dial and fully use my gifts. Except for a few stand-alone moments, I don’t play full out.  I don’t allow myself to simply be one with the experience. I have always had one eye on the result.

That’s why I rip unreturnable tennis balls with graceful, deliberate power in practice but shrink into myself and merely dink balls over the net during a real match.  It’s why I belt out tunes in my car but only hum at church. It’s why I married my ex-husband, who I knew wasn’t in love with me. It’s why I stayed after even he told me to leave.  It’s why I went through with a wedding that should never have been.

I couldn’t admit the mistake.  I couldn’t stand the thought of failing.

What I didn’t realize until now is that admitting the mistake and walking into the unknown to find real love—even at the risk of failure— still would have allowed me to claim a win.  Even if I was single for awhile; even if balls go flying off my racquet into the fence; even if I sing off key, I can still win at giving myself the full experience, of never wondering what could have been if I had played full out instead of holding back for fear of doing it wrong.

Allowing yourself to feel it all is the win, girlfriend.

The most hilarious part about all of this is that when you’re playing full out instead of playing not to lose, you’re much more likely to get what you wanted (and were so fearful of losing) in the first place.  Your results are 100 times better than you could have imagined.

I gave myself this experience the other night.  I let myself be totally immersed in conversations without wondering who else might be at the party or what I might be missing out on by giving one person at a time my clear, neutral attention.  I got up on a stage and danced my heart out, indeed, as if no one was watching. I didn’t care at all if I was “doing it right” or if I looked stupid.

As it turns out, people were watching.  My adoring husband, for one. And you know what?  I didn’t look stupid. I looked amazing. It was awesome.  I had fun. A blast, really.

My new anthem is Capital Letters by Hailee Steinfeld.  I can listen to it over and over and over again.  It accelerates this feeling I’ve harnessed—this feeling of having been unleashed.  (It also reminds me of Fifty Shades Freed, which is always quite enjoyable in a steamy, quivering kind of way).  When I hear the chorus I hear my higher and true self singing to me.  I hear myself signing back to her, “our heart a little clearer.” I’m done with not giving myself the full experience.  I’m going to live my life emphatically. In capital letters, so to speak.

If I lose the match, so be it.  I’ll win at playing full out, at being all in with the process—result be damned, at not leaving anything bottled inside of me. I am a bold, unapologetic badass.  Imma let that girl out.

No more tiptoeing for me. I’m blowing out speakers.  I am alive. You with me, girlfriend?

This One Time, at Tennis Camp . . .

Me and the legend, in the flesh.

I’m dying.  Or maybe I’m dead.  I just got off of a one-on-one Zoom call with Gigi Fernandez.  You know—the tennis legend?  She’s won 17 Grand Slams in doubles.  You’ve heard of Wimbledon, right? Yeah, that’s a Grand Slam and she’s won it four times. And even if you’re not a tennis follower, surely you’ve heard of the Olympics?  Well she’s won the Gold medal in doubles for the United States twice, back-to-back.

In other words, she’s freaking incredible at doubles.

And who just got to pick her brain about grit, determination and resilience?  ME!  I. Am.  Dying.  (Did I already say that?)

Certainly you must be bursting to know how I created this amazing opportunity. Well, don’t you worry because I’m about to give you every detail.  As I may have mentioned once or twice, I love tennis.  Like, a lot.  I love talking about it, reading about it, playing it.  I even love watching other people play it, and not just professionals.  Shawn always chuckles when he catches me staring at random strangers hitting a ball back and forth on courts along our favorite bike path in Sanibel Island.  “You’re a student of the game,” he says.

That I am.  So when I got an email from a blogger I follow informing me that Gigi was offering a tennis camp just three hours from my home, I was like, Of course I’m doing that.   And by the way, if picking up a tennis racquet is something you do at all, you too need to enroll in this camp. I’m not kidding.  It’s worth every penny.  Eh-vuh-ree penny!  And if you never plan to pick up a tennis racquet as long as you live, keep reading.  Tennis camp, as it turns out, is full of life lessons, and so is Gigi Fernandez.

The whole thing couldn’t have come together any more perfectly if I had written it myself.  Perhaps I would have enrolled in the tennis camp no matter who was teaching it, but the reality is that I created an experience in which I got to learn from a woman who is acutely aware of her power and harnesses it at will, and that was nothing short of amazing.  Gigi is a true phoenix.

The camp was chock full of powerful, applicable lessons on doubles strategy, positioning and technique, taught both on and off the court. During some of the on-court moments my You-Can’t Monster made a brief appearance and reminded me that, objectively and on paper, I was the least-skilled player of the eight of us who were in the camp.  “I’m also the youngest,” I told her snidely, and after reminding her who’s daughter I am, returned my attention to the bright yellow ball that was flying towards me.  After that, I didn’t let her get a word in.  I had come there to learn from a legend, after all.  I wasn’t going to waste another minute of my time stewing on just how much I have to learn.

And anyway, being far from where you want to be doesn’t mean you aren’t great at what you do.  Greatness is a choice.  It seems to me that perhaps no one understands this better than Gigi Fernandez.  It was exhilarating to be in the close presence of someone who has chosen greatness over and over again:  as a world-famous tennis player, a wife, a mother, and now, as a woman on a mission to impart the wisdom she’s gathered from her life’s work to ordinary people like you and me.

I consider it a huge honor to be able to share with you the top three tips I got from Gigi, and they apply both in tennis and in life.

Number 1:  Act like you’re having fun (even if you’re not).

During one of our “classroom” moments at camp, Gigi recounted a time early in her career at the U.S. Open when she was not having fun.  In fact, she had already made up her mind that this was going to be her last Grand Slam.  She was quitting tennis as soon as it was over and heading back to Puerto Rico to “get married and have babies.”  Before actually carrying out this diabolical plan, however, she had the sense to employ the advice of a brilliant sports psychologist with whom she’d just begun working.  “Act like you’re having fun,” he’d told her.  “Even if you’re not.”

Gigi relayed that at first this advice seemed absurd to her.  How do you act like you’re having fun when you’re not?  But she tried it, albeit begrudgingly at first. After each match she won in the tournament, he would ask her, “Are you having fun?”

“No, I’m not having fun!” she would respond.  “I’m stressed!”

But wouldn’t you know it?  As she continued to pretend she was having fun, she continued to win her matches.  And at the very end, she’d won the whole damn tournament.  By then, of course, she was having a blast.

I love that story, because it’s so relatable to our everyday lives.  Where in your life could you be acting like you’re having fun, even if you’re not?  When you’re losing the match?  When your kids are making you nuts?  When the weight-loss journey is grueling and difficult?  When the obstacles between you and your dreams keep popping up like land mines?

As much as you want to throw yourself on the ground and kick and scream (or is that just me?), try pretending instead that you’re having fun.  I’m not saying you shouldn’t allow yourself to experience anger and frustration.  To the contrary, you absolutely should, because those creations will find their way out one way or another and you know it will be at the most embarrassing or inconvenient time.  Haven’t you ever burst into tears at work or at the grocery store?  (Or again, is that just me?)

What I am saying is, from a place of awareness of your feelings, choose to have fun.

You’ll feel like a big phony at first.  You may even feel ridiculous.  You definitely won’t feel like you’re having fun.  Until suddenly,you do.  And that, my friends, is where the magic happens.  How much easier do you think it is to play full out; to referee arguments between your kids; to keep going even when the scale is telling you a different story; to step over land mines—when you’re having fun?

Uh, you probably don’t need to guess.  It’s a lot easier.  But it goes beyond that.  Where would we all be if Gigi hadn’t employed this advice all those years ago?  What if she had indeed quit tennis?  It’s profound to think of all the people she would never have inspired, the records she would never have set. The lives she would never have touched.  That same thought is true for you, too.  What if you’re holding yourself back from your destiny?  What if harnessing your power is on the other side of making that simple switch to acting like you’re having fun, even when you’re not?  You cannot forget, even in those hard moments, that you are destined for greatness.  Rise up and claim it, girlie.

Number 2:  Talk to yourself. 

(Wahoo!  Got that one down).  But by that she means talk to yourself the way you would talk to someone you love.  Encourage yourself.  Pump yourself up.  This tip is particularly effective whenever you’re required to perform, whether it’s during a tennis match, presenting at a board meeting or throwing a big dinner party.  Ideally you would talk to yourself in your head and not out loud if you’re amongst strangers, but if you need to take a mutter under your breath, go for it.  When I’m at the gym, I encourage myself loudly.  I’m pretty sure my fellow HEWmans can hear me, but I don’t care.  How else am I supposed to do a pull-up?

My go-to is, “You got this.”  Sometimes I’ll throw in a, “Yes you can,” which is in direct response to the voice in my head that just said, “I can’t do this.”  Often I’ll add a physical element to my self-talk too.  I’ll give myself a double thump over the heart, gansta style, or I’ll lightly slap the outside of my thigh, like I’m trying to giddyup a horse.  Gigi tells herself, “You can do it.”

And guess what, girlfriend?  YOU. CAN.

Number 3:  Remember that the goal should not be to win.

I know this seems counterintuitive.  Isn’t that everyone’s ultimate goal:  to win?  Historically, it certainly has been mine.  But after speaking to Gigi, it seems to me that losing your death grip on the win is how you crush a huge, terrifying goal—like starting a new business, leaving a toxic marriage, winning Wimbledon, whatever—without becoming paralyzed by the weight of its importance.  As Gigi explains, winning is simply the culmination of everything you did leading up to that moment.  It’s a result of consistent effort, day in and day out.  Winning happens at the end.           

In other words?  “Detach from the outcome,” she says. Commit to the process.  Focus on being excellent at the elements that comprise the win.  In tennis, that might mean moving your feet, watching the ball, transferring your weight forward or keeping your tossing arm up on your serve.  In life, it could mean waking up early to dedicate the first 30 minutes of every day to honing your craft, devising that business plan or sweating your face off during another intense training session. Releasing the result and committing to the process without fail, even when no one is watching, is how you get the win.

So don’t be afraid of your giant dreams.  After all, when the goal is not to win, there’s no need to feel overwhelmed.  Take it one point at a time.  When you do that often enough, with enough consistency, the win is inevitable.

The greatest lesson I learned from Gigi was completely unspoken.  Quite simply, she showed me what I am capable of.  You would be amazed at what you can do when you believe you cannot fail.  I experienced this phenomenon in the final minutes of the camp, when I created the tennis experience of a lifetime and (squeal!) got to play doubles with Gigi Fernandez.  With Gigi as my partner, I knew we could not lose.   I simply knew it as fact, the way I know my eyes are brown and the sky is blue.

From that place of knowledge and belief, I accessed a power within me that I can honestly say I’ve only tapped into a handful of times.  I went for it on my serve.  I was aggressive with my ground strokes.  I emphatically won us a point on a backhand put-away volley.  In other words, because I believed we would dominate, I behaved like a dominator.  And, here’s the kicker:  it worked.

Where in your life could this be true for you?  Where do you find yourself waiting for a “Gigi” to step onto the court alongside you before you’ll access the power you already have? What if instead, you just decided to believe in yourself the way I did that one time at tennis camp?  Do you think you could do hard things?  Tackle big, hairy, audacious goals?

Oh yeah, girlfriend.  You betcha.  And the results?  They’ll.  Be.  Amazing.

As I promised you when I launched this blog, I will be unapologetic about encouraging you to get out of your comfort zone.  You are a phoenix, after all.  So what are you waiting for?  Go after it.  Play full out.  And while you’re at it, let me know how it goes.

Oh, and be sure to check out what Gigi has to offer.  It will definitely change your game, and if you’re open to it, it might just change your life.

I am a believer in zinc sunscreen. #pastywhite #dontjudge

If you happen to be a total tennis geek like me and enjoy watching random strangers (except for Gigi, of course, who’s famous) playing tennis, check out this video of me accessing my inner warrior as Gigi’s doubles partner. Shout out to Julie for capturing the moment!


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You Can Do Hard Things

strong is beautifulI hate running.  It’s always seemed so pointless to me. I mean, why run just to run, without a destination or an identified purpose?   Unless someone is chasing you, it just seems so unnecessarily strenuous.  

But you can’t grow by staying inside your comfort zone. I understand that undeniable truth, and when an opportunity arises, I find myself jumping into experiences that I know will stretch me beyond my known limits. You don’t know what you don’t know, as the saying goes. I say, you don’t know what you don’t know until you do. And you can only know what’s unknown by trying new things, right?

So that’s why, even though I hate to run and even though I was straight-up terrified of the many (many) pull-ups, pushups, burpees and squats that I knew awaited me, I begrudgingly signed up for an insane fitness challenge that I had once scoffed at as being inhumane and agreed to forego wine and coffee (among life’s other delights) for four weeks in the name of fitness. The program consisted of a strict Paleo diet that made me wince at first glance (what do you mean, no hummus?!) and a workout regimen that had me doing handstand pushups on Saturdays.  (To answer your question, yes, I modified them).  Anytime I had a serving of alcohol I would have to run a mile.  And did I mention that the four weeks encompassed Mother’s Day, the most glorious of all days to eat brunch?  Yet I dove in anyway, jitterbugs be damned.  My goal was not to lose weight or inches, although I lost plenty of both. It wasn’t even to win. It was just to finish the challenge and give it my all so that I would know: can I? Can I do it? Spoiler alert:  yes, I can!

And as growth opportunities often do, this journey changed my life.

Not only did I make an amazing, life-long friend in Samantha, the partner to whom I was randomly assigned, I became physically stronger, mentally tougher, grittier and more resilient than I believed was possible. I can like, totally do a real pushup now. Running ain’t no thing anymore. I kicked caffeine for good. I am now a Paleo ninja.  Oh, and Sam and I came in first place at the end of the 4 weeks, which was pretty cool too.

The moral? Crushing a goal is dirty, hard work. It’s sweaty and gross. It’s painful and challenging and, in my case, can bring you to your knees gasping for air, or leave you face down on a trodden gym floor trying not to cry as you force yourself up for burpee number 15 of 22. But it’s also where you learn the nooks and crannies of who you are and who you’re becoming. It’s where the magic happens.

So, what’s your “insane fitness challenge?”  You know—that thing in the periphery that you think you could never do but would secretly love to give a shot?  Do you want to publish a book?  Open a bakery?  Start a home-based business?  Lose 25 pounds?   And who might you be at the end of that journey?  Might you be stronger?  More resilient?  More willing to give yourself experiences that fortify your self-belief?

We all know what quitting feels like. Challenge yourself to taste what it would be like to try something new and finish what you start, and finish strong.  


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Living The Phoenix Diaries

I realized recently that I love people.  I especially love my fellow mom.  You’ve seen her.  She’s beautifully messy and has a giant inside of her that she doesn’t know how to unleash.  She has gifts but hasn’t figured out how to harness them.  She’s powerful but not empowered.  And she’s got serious heart.  A girl boss in the making.  These women are dear to me because I consider myself to be one, if only just a few life, mindset and self-discovery experiences further along on the path.  I know what it’s like to fall on your face and start over, and what it’s like to succeed and then reinvent yourself anyway.  I like to think of myself as a phoenix.  I rise up.

I’m not one who stays inside her comfort zone, and I’ll be unapologetic about encouraging you to step outside of yours.  True statement:  growth and comfort are mutually exclusive.  That’s why, despite having literally no idea what I’m doing, I started this blog. I wanted to create a place dedicated to grit, determination and resilience.  So I did, and Living the Phoenix Diaries was born.  Through this blog, I loudly celebrate unwavering faith.  I put attention on the absolute truth that we can create what we want to experience in life, love and work.

I’ve never been a blogger before.  But I guess I wasn’t a lawyer until I was, and I wasn’t a mom until I was.  No one is anything until they are, right?  So, here I am:  declaring myself a blogger extraordinaire.  Now, don’t get me wrong.  I’m no technological expert.  I didn’t even know what a plug-in was until a few weeks ago (but I was unabashed about finding out from some younger, techier folk)!  But I do know a lot about living intentionally and that, no matter where you are today, you can design a life you absolutely love.  And you know what?  It’s not all that complicated.  Living your dream life can begin with an act as simple as planning tomorrow’s outfit the night before.

Life is beautiful and fleeting and I don’t want to waste any of it playing small.  I won’t lie—as I was deciding to launch this thing there was a voice in my head whispering, “Why would anyone want to read what you have to write?” Terrified on some level that the voice could be right, I thought, Maybe they won’t.  And then, remembering that I’m a phoenix, I smiled, squared my shoulders and thought, But maybe they will.  Maybe the dozens of real lives I’ve already helped change through my light, my leadership and my love give me some street cred.

One thing’s for sure.  I am fierce, passionate and powerful beyond measure.  And I am obsessed with helping others believe the same about themselves.  (OK, maybe that was like, four things).

Welcome to Living the Phoenix Diaries.  I invite you to rise up.