I know this is edgy, but don’t delete me yet; I have no beef with gratitude. The only problem is it can be elusive.
Take, for example, Mona (my adorable and grateful dog).

We had a lively discussion last night in the Mastermind, Elevate. It landed in everyone's consciousness that they believed it was their job to make everyone happy - be it at a dinner party, family outing, or work event. Not only is this impossible, but it's what drives feeling like a Hot Mess. 

I hate Halloween. I know, I know...what can I say? It’s my truth.  When I was in middle school, my best friend would binge on horror movies and Stephen King novels while I was busy hiding from my own shadow. As an adult, merely mentioning a costume party…

I was speaking in a group recently, where the issue of guilt was raised -guilt for not being available, guilt for saying no, guilt in parenting (a gimme), guilt for needing time and space...there's really no end to guilt.I shared a mantra I often give my clients to whisper to themselves when unsure of what to do:

So this week, I went to the dermatologist because my unconscious likes to express itself through random skin conditions. The frisky, fresh-out-of-school medical woman said, “How’s your hernia?” Excuse me, what?

I'm just back from the TED Women conference. It was, hands down, the best conference I've ever been to. Why? It wasn't all the things I did, the places I went, or even the talks I heard. It was the real conversations, the deep connections, and the authenticity.

When I was young, I wanted to "reach my potential." I had a habit of comparing myself to every Sally, Joan, and Kate, and that habit led me to give up and quit trying altogether. Inevitably, I'd have a success, or someone pumped me up, and I'd go at it with renewed energy, but not for long. A force inside or outside of me knocked me off center, and I'd be stagnant again.

Sometimes I forget to stop working. Jaden lost his electronics over the weekend (and by that, I mean I stormed into his room, unplugged his Xbox monitor while he was playing, collected his phone, iPad, and computer, and stormed out). When there is no screen time,

You Silky-Haired Goddesses wouldn’t know this, but us curly-haired gals are asked to brush our hair out before it’s colored. My son snapped this Chia Pet picture of me, and I realized I'm kinda like a hairdresser!

It all started when my husband peeled a hard-boiled egg over my in-law's kitchen sink.  “You need a lesson on that?” his father asked, peering over his shoulder. Brian chuckled. “Sure, you got a better way?”