I’m hosting a virtual women’s circle this weekend and I’m afraid that nobody will come. I am an extremely thin skinned, overthinking, highly sensitive person who (even after a decade sober and countless forms of healing) is STILL driven by a thousand forms of fear. But wait, am I? Here’s how I manage to live a big, courageous, juicy life while still having a loud inner committee (and you can too.)
What Firing My Life Coach Taught Me About Trust
Doing Scary Things: How to Speak in Public With Confidence (News Clip)
Removing the Mask: How to Be Who You Are and Deal with People Leaving
I’ve never had as many people unsubscribe from my blog as I have in the past few months – we’re talking some big digits - it’s been wild.
Seeing that I’d lost subscribers was something that used to get me really down– it made me think: “Did I offend them? Overwhelm them?” Or the highest offense in my book…“Was I boring?”
Turns out, I was on the exact right track…
It's Not Hard To Get Sober: How Recovery from Addiction Showed Me What Else I can Do
You're Only Given One Little Spark of Madness
Live the Life You Should Live: AKA Ditch the Crapball
Let's Talk About Death, Baby
What Being a Bad Comedian Taught Me About Confidence
Improvising for laughs came pretty naturally to me. I’d been shoving cupcakes in my face for the amusement of others since grade school.
I liked the spontaneity, the brashness, and the permission to be as weird as I wanted with a bunch of other weirdos.
But my improv career was over almost as soon as it began, because something killed it.