That’s how this courage thing works.
Sometimes I pull my own Courage Deck card.Do I always get what I need? Yep.Do I sometimes test it and pull another one just to see? For sure.Is that one always spot on too? Of course. That’s how this courage thing
I think you might be a mother.
Mother’s Day comes quiet and loud for someone like me.Holding both ache and awe,grief and gladness braided like a wildflower vine. I am a mother.To three forever wonders—never here,yet always, always here.In breath, in heartbeat, in dream and prayer.In the way
Clear is kind and kind is connection.
Some people live only from their own narrow and limited lens—with no curiosity, no compassion, just a persistent need to be right and to disagree. First: These are not my people.Second: I choose to meet them with what they often refuse
Always worth it. Always.
Introvert. Low bandwidth—often thanks to pain. And still, not once have I regretted making time for my people. The ones who love me well, who let me love them right back, and who let me show up exactly as I am. Tears. Laughter.
Courage, connection, and growth
When times get tight, development is often one of the first things cut. What if courage, connection, and growth are exactly what our people need most during these seasons? What if pouring into them—especially when it’s hard—is how we build the culture,
It’s the only way to live.
After I thanked her for showing up and loving me, her text read:“Showing up and loving each other—this is what we do.Because it’s what you have taught me.It’s the only way to live.” When your people have done the courage work
Clear. Courageous.
I did it—three hours of straight filming and teaching with zero cuts on my part. Huge thanks to Tyler Kelley and his incredible team at @weareslam for partnering with me to bring this to life. And deep gratitude to @bambooequitypartners for
Do the work. And become.
He spent the winter with me in dispause—resting in his chrysalis for months, waiting out the cold until spring’s warmth and bloom gave the signal. From the very beginning—as a tiny egg—he carried the blueprint. Not just for the chrysalis, but
