When my mom died, I went back to work immediately to keep my mind busy. I had two clients in between eachother, both of which had lost their mothers. I remember the first one’s disposition so well – miserable, nasty, condescending, jaded. And the next client was the exact opposite, sunshine personified, contagious happiness, optimistic, exuding life giving energy. A mirror was held up to me, and a choice was to be made. I took that day as a lesson in who I wanted to be, and I didn’t know it then, but my journey in healing began.

Confidence is sharing your insecurities with the world, in hopes to help someone feel a little more normal, a little less alone, and a little more seen. If you don’t understand that, I’d gently recommend for you to take a deep dive inside yourself. Therapy is cool 😎

Recently I’ve found myself on the receiving end of being told “you’ll never move” or “will you move already” and “everyone’s happier on vacation, relax” I’ve even been told “you don’t dress age appropriately” and “don’t your kids need socialization” – women asking me why I still work – and as recently as yesterday, I had someone walk away from me when I shared my passion for medical freedom. 🤯

When you have big opinions, and say them out loud – that shit bothers unevolved people 🎯 If I didn’t have big shoulders, and the lessons grief has taught me, these comments would destroy me. Instead, I allow these things to ignite all the sparks inside my soul, and I find myself on fire in the best possible way. Something about 40 that’s helping me give less fucks than usual, you should try it 👑