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I've been reluctant to post, as I've not been in my happiest place the last few weeks. Life has been a little tougher than normal. However, that's not a time to hide. It's a time to be authentic, transparent, and welcome the energy of others.
I uncovered a few pics of me "enjoying the ride." While I'm still certainly feeling blessed for what I have, I find it more challenging to put a foot on the floor upon waking to jump on any ride.
I know you can relate. But we do it.

The Universe is a more peaceful, supportive, loving, POWERFUL place if we all recognize that there are untold stories all around us. As humans we need to make life easier for one another. Life is hard. Life is beautiful. Life is a blessing. But, life is hard. Do your very best to avoid making it harder.
Enjoy the ride despite your challenges, and give of yourself to help others enjoy their ride.
We’re in this together.

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At home when she gets out of hand with her stubbornness, grit and unrelenting desire to win, I just ground her.
On the soccer fields she inspires me with those same traits.
Dilemma?

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Happy 1 year old birthday Tito! You make us all happy! 💙💛

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No resolutions for 2020. This year for me is about one question...How can I love more?

There are few better questions that invite us to look for opportunities to connect more deeply with others in all of our relationships. My goals are the following.

Be more present
Concentrate on what I have, rather than what I don't
Extreme ownership, especially when it's uncomfortable
Gratitude without barriers
Forgiving myself more often, because I screw up a lot
Reinforcing the good by using both my mind and voice
Doing more of what brings me joy
AND
Kissing a few more dolphins
The pursuit of Love feels good ❤️

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A lot changes in 12 years.
And a lot stays the same. ❤️

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Your health is a privilege. Do something to take care of you. #fuckcancer#stillwaterstairs

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New Year’s Angels don’t need barstools.🖤🌈🖤

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That was fun.
I’m incredibly blessed to be able to visit so many places with the loves of my life.

I am seated on the plane home feeling immense gratitude and humility that I have the gift of experiencing so much.
Riding out of LA to spend an evening in my most precious spot...my home...only to hit the skies again tomorrow for a NYE celebration with some of the most special people in my world in our most special city.
I don’t take an ounce of this for granted. Just finished writing in my journal - an inventory of 2019 and my commitment for 2020. I have so much. I resolve to give more back. We are all better together. By giving and receiving we are happier. When happier, we make the Universe more beautiful.
I’m in. 🧡
Photo creds: My Uber driver 😊

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I recently participated in a healing activity, and was asked by a professional (in front of a handful of strangers) why I was smiling as I shared that my husband has stage 4 cancer. I felt embarrassed, and confused. I didn’t know I was smiling, The idea of smiling about something so painful made me feel like an idiot. I’m certainly not happy about cancer.

However, I discovered that I smile because I don’t want others to be uncomfortable. My struggles aren’t Your struggles. I don't want You to feel badly, because I’m sad. So, I smile to project that I’m okay, please treat me like I'm okay, and therefore you can also be okay.
He explained that others aren’t crying or reacting because they feel my pain. They are reacting because they have experienced their own pain, and are expressing those feelings…not taking mine on. This was enlightening. I can speak my truth, even when others react with sadness. We all have something, right?

As I continued to share with him, my voice began to shake. My eyes began to water. My legs began to shake. My body was reacting to the unknown; being raw about my cancer journey.
Reflecting on this, I celebrate how good it felt to be truthful. My shaky voice was an expression of the anxiety I feel talking about cancer. It felt good to “shake” it out. I felt authentic, lighter, and happier!

It was important for me to vulnerable. My people can handle that I'm sad and scared. I can simultaneously be brave, happy, courageous, and hopeful.
To feel lighter and empowered, you must speak your truth…even when your voice shakes.

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The hotel staff told me they were sorry it was so cold today. I told them I was from Minnesota, and was headed to the pool.
No swimsuit, but loving the sunshine. ☀️Remember, no matter where you are the sun is shining. Clouds may be blocking your current view, but the sun is still shining. Your Universe is always in motion, even when things seem dark and stuck. Find patience, and continue to work to shine your own light, especially when it seems impossible. It’s not. Your light is never extinguished...just like the sun. 💛#trusttheuniverse

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Merry Christmas! ❤️🌲💚

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My most favorite place, with my most favorite guy. 🏔

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I swear my ensemble was my idea. She says it was her’s first.

Regardless, the greatest form of flattery. ..❤️

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King of the house. 🖤

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Round 13 of chemo needed more than boots to kick cancer’s ass. A special person sent me a pair of spurs to add some oomph! (I’m totally wearing these to run errands tomorrow. )⚙️ And, Rob was blessed with the best visitors today. ❤️

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The high school crew takes on Stilly. So much love 💚💛 #fuckcancer #gopackgo

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There’s no place like home for the holidays. ❤️💚

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Contented smile captured as I wrapped up the last day of my Miraval trip reading my favorite poet, Rumi. He is a 13th-century Persian poet, scholar, and theologian.

I'm a bit obsessed. My favorite is, The Guest House.
If you like/love what I've shared, there's lots more where that came from. Google away.

The Guest House

Darling, the body is a guest house;
every morning someone new arrives.
Don't say, "O, another weight around my neck!"
or your guest will fly back to nothingness.
Whatever enters your heart is a guest
from the invisible world; entertain it well.

Every day and every moment a thought comes
like an honored guest into your heart.
My soul, regard each thought as a person,
for every person's true value
is in the quality of thought they hold.

If a sorrowful thought stands in the way,
it is also preparing the way for joy.
It furiously sweeps your house clean,
in order that some new joy
may appear from the Source.
It scatters the withered leaves
from the bough of the heart,
in order that fresh green leaves might grow.

This perspective is everything...❤️#thepocketrumi

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Celebrate the process. Even when it’s scary, uncomfortable and uncertain.
Sorta like avoiding annoying little rocks in your head, because you really want to rock the headstand. 🤪
Stop talking yourself out of things because you may feel pain.
Pain is inevitable. We can handle pain. Misery is optional. And frankly, it’s more miserable to live with the not trying, not pursuing your dreams, not honoring your potential, than the pain of failure or the blood, sweat and tears of achieving success. 💖

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