Oh, it hurts so good - you know the feeling - when you’re totally crushing it in the gym. You push that extra mile. You do that ONE, LAST rep. You do 10X more sit-ups because you’re just in the freaking zone.

That is what we call good pain.

GOOD PAIN COMES FROM GROWTH. IT COMES FROM THAT DEPTH OF SOUL, OF YOUR PERSONAL POWER WHEN YOU LEAN COURAGEOUSLY IN TO GO THAT EXTRA MILE.

And it doesn’t just show up in the gym.

I see it all the time in my client’s businesses. 

When they stretch themselves to hire their first team member…

When they power through their launch and get their first sign-ups…

When they FINALLY build that passive income funnel that brings them in their first $19 while they sleep…

When they tap into their Zone of Genius and work less while making more…

That is growth pain.

Because there is a curve of adaptation to BECOME that version of you where your next level of success is freaking normal.

But there is a...

Have you ever had one of those annoying pains that just don’t go away? Ever been in the middle of a really big project and then suddenly - WHAM! - out of nowhere, you pull a shoulder, twist an ankle, and down you go?

Having worked with high-performing bodies with high standards for a righteous butt-kicking whether in the Pilates studio or mentally with business-upleveling coaching - for over 16+ years I cannot tell you how many times I’ve seen productivity tank when the body craps out.

Whether it’s a nagging ache that disrupts your depth of sleep, or a serious injury that completely curtails your morning gym routine, your greatest tool as a leader is your body.

...IF IT AIN’T WORKING RIGHT, EVERYTHING CAN FEEL TIGHT. CONSTRICTED. CHALLENGING...PAINFUL.

That’s why I’m so excited to announce our new Mind-Body Movement Masterclass series!!!!

Every month I’m bringing in magical, amazing experts who are true masters in their fields to work with...

Gold, wealth. Shining, shimmering, splendor. When we think of riches and money and wealth, it’s easy to think about it in the traditional fashion - stocks, bonds, investments, trusts, and cold hard dolla dolla bills.

But how does money work...I mean, reeeeeeaally.

Everything in life is a relationship.

You have a relationship with your body.

A relationship with your business.

And, yes, even a relationship with your money.

Money is transferred through relationships.

That’s where the GOLD is.

Banks have relationships with other banks.

People have relationships with public companies (aka stocks).

You have a relationship with your family (aka trust.)

It is in the relationships of our money that we navigate the waters with our money.

Did you know that an unprecedented $68 trillion will pass between generations over the next 25 years?

And...sadly...

70% of family wealth is LOST by the second generation AND...

90% of family wealth is LOST by the third generation.

You’re...

Death gives us a very clear reflection of our own mortality.

In the past month since my dad’s passing, I’ve seen the beautiful gift that death is. 

For without death, what is life?

It is the end that allows us to assess the means of living. 

IF OUR HUMAN BRAINS COULD COMPREHEND ETERNITY, WE’D HAVE NO FEAR OF THE BEYOND OR IF THE INFINITE OR OF THAT WORD...FOREVER. 

Losing my dad has allowed me an exploration of my own life and the standards by which I live. 

The standards of how I show up as a mom.

The standards of what I do as a business owner.

The standards of the giant Why, that Spike and I are going towards. 

Instead of getting caught up in the gentle, suffocating hum of mediocrity, experiencing death first-hand has shocked me into living.

Things I didn’t even realize I had put off out of fear, I’m doing. 

Dreams I hadn’t dared dream yet, are now in the planning stages of coming to fruition.

Goals I had put off to...

Ever dropped the ball? Made a mistake? Fucked up?

Of course, you have…you’re human.

And if you haven’t...well then liar, liar pants on fire. 

IT CERTAINLY DOESN’T FEEL FUN TO BE WRONG, TO MAKE A MISTAKE, TO LET SOMEONE DOWN. BUT, THERE IS THIS THING CALLED LIFE...AND SHIT...WELL, IT HAPPENS.

The question is…

What do you do about it after?

How do you make amends, mea culpa, and pick up the balls and start juggling again? 

These past few weeks as I navigated through grief and spearheading my dad’s memorial, I messed up. I dropped the ball. I rescheduled so many things. I fucked up.

And you know what...it’s okay. 

Because one of my deepest values is PERSONAL GROWTH.

IN MY BUSINESS, WE TAKE IT A STEP FURTHER IN OUR CORE VALUES AS GROW OR DIE.

And, frankly, success is a crappy teacher. 

Your mistakes, messes, failures, and fuckups have so many nuggets of freaking GROWTH GOLD if you just choose to look at them through the...

Here we are in February. January was in a word...growth. 

Losing my dad was hard. It’s still hard. And grief is a process. There are moments when I remember a funny thing he used to say or something I used to nag him about that brings me to tears within an instant. 

But the space in between those memories and the present moment is widening, creating a beautiful space for transformation. 

I miss my dad. I will always miss him in the form that I knew him. 

As I took time off to heal, to grieve, to process, to allow, I got to see all my amazing fellow go-getters kicking ass and taking names…

New year! New You!

Unstoppable 2021! 

Momentum! Growth! 

Take it to the next level NOW!

5 years ago, I would have slapped on an additional serving of shame and guilt for NOT “being there.” 

You know...not in the hustle, bustle, and exhilarating growth of it all.

But I’ve done enough internal work to know...

There is a time for the...

If ever there was a time to make excuses, to not show up, to not do the work, to not be present...it would be now.

If ever there was an excuse to escape, to hide, to suppress, to back down, to break a commitment...it’s now. 

Here’s the thing about your excuses - they are 100% valid. 

Would I be 100% justified in canceling all my appointments? Yes.

Would it be100% valid to not be making sales offers or promotions right now? Sure. 

Would it be 100% understandable if I took a few weeks off? Absolutely.

Would I be 100% supported if I chose to hide under a blanket and cry all day? You betcha...for a while. 

This is the delicate dance between self-care and self-absorption. 

And it’s a fine line of the ego vs. honoring and nurturing your highest and best self.

I can’t tell you - and frankly, no guru, mentor, or coach can tell you - what that line is for you. (And if they do, watch yo’self Queen.)

Only you know it.

YOU KNOW THE MINUTE...

I have been so grateful for all the comments, and it’s no wonder that this past week - heck, this past month, while both my parents got COVID, and then with my dad in the hospital, that I have had a lot of time to look at death from all angles. 

And you know what I saw...many. 

You die a thousand times if you live to your full potential. 

Every next level requires a next-level version of you, meaning some part of you, some old identity, MUST die in order to live fully in the life of your dreams.

When I look back on the self-destructive, bulimic, 19-year old me, I don’t recognize myself in her anymore. I just see a sad, broken girl, searching for control and ultimately wholeness and love in all the wrong places. 

That version of me died.

LIKE THE CATERPILLAR, WHO LEAVES ITS FORMER SELF IN THE COCOON OF TRANSFORMATION, YOU CREATE A NEW IDENTITY. 

A new being. 

Except in our human journey, we keep returning again and again to the cocoon, with...

I haven’t had words and literally lost my voice these past couple of days. When I went to get a massage to at least help my body out (you can do that here in Australia ), my massage therapist left this note. 

As the receptionist who lives in my building guided me out, she said, “I love you.”

And every time, I just let it sink in through my tears.

Because I don’t know if my dad ever really did.

He could say it, and he could give it. Many times it was from a cup with only a few drops of love left for himself.

And he gave so much of his love. He genuinely loooooved people.

I ALWAYS MARVELED AT HOW EASILY HE COULD SAY TO SOMEONE HE LITERALLY MET 5 SECONDS AGO, “I LOVE YOU.”

To me, those were always sacred words - reserved for the chosen few to who it felt safe to say it.

But saying it, and meaning it to the world?

“No, no,” I used to think, “That exposes you, rip you open, makes you vulnerable to attack...”

And all the...