I know you’ve been wondering, “is this all there is to my life?”
If all you have to look forward to is your next coffee in the break room, the next box of wine on a Friday night.
Over and over.
The same people, the same drama, the same recreation.
If you’re already stimulated, lit up, passionate about your day-to-day, then high fives to you. I love you. I’m proud of you. The rest of this message isn’t really for you (but I’m glad you’re here anyway)
But if you’ve ever heard the words, “is this the same day I’m going to live over and over until I die?” cross your brain at 2am when you wake up with your heart pounding in the dark of night, then this message is for you.
I love you. I’m here for you. I’ve been there.
If Sunday afternoon brings more anxiety than rest because Monday will be exactly as shitty or boring or same same same as the last four hundred Mondays before it, then I so get you.
If all that gets you through your work day is a Pinterest board of SOMEONE ELSE’S LIFE, then we should definitely talk.
I’ve so been there, boo.
About ten years ago, I was crying on the floor of my closet, in a sweet little house in a tiny town in Saskatchewan where I’d just moved from Vancouver (to follow a dude and his dreams, natch).
I had just graduated from a prestigious writing program at UBC and rather than writing the LSATs, I was getting dressed to go to work as a cashier at a grocery store, a million miles from anything.
I was trying SO HARD just to want a normal life.
I enjoyed my co-workers.
I was good at customer service.
The prairie sky took my breath away on a daily basis
I was involved in my community in fulfilling ways.
But I KNEW as I sat there, a hyperventilating, snotty, crying mess on the floor of my closet that I was wasting myself and my life and my talents and killing my passions.
Not because there’s anything intrinsically wrong with sweet SK houses (I LOVED mine) or working in a grocery store or living in a small town.
But because my Life was calling me to get out of the closet and LIVE.
Just as yours’ is calling you right effing now.
I had no resources.
I had no guidance.
I didn’t know life coaching was even a thing.
It would be YEARS before I had amassed the resources, support, knowledge, and confidence to get to a place where I can say to you with utmost and unreserved certainty:
I can shorten your learning curve.
I can get you off of your own closet floor with less time and fewer sidetracks than it took me to do it on my own.
If you are willing to do the work, then I will show you everything I know about how to get from closet floor to dream life.
- help you decide with crystal clarity what Life’s next move is for you (hint: it’s the thing you’re excited about)
- create tangible steps and integrate practical spirituality into your day to help you get to your deepest goals faster and with less suffering along the way
- hold you accountable when your ego tempts you to pump out on yourself
- and all the while, believe, unwaveringly in your ability to manifest a life of your wildest dreams
This is your life.
PS In defence of your own floor (or wherever it is that you fall apart), it’s all part of your life education. Don’t hate on it. I don’t hate on mine. There’s a ton of growth that takes place on the floor and if that’s where you’re at right now, then I honour you and urge you to honour yourself as well.
When you’re ready to get back up, I’m here for you.