When It Feels Right

Laying there in the middle of the room, the only light coming from the candle in the centre of the circle of meditation pillows. I’m all alone, taking in the energy and space. The room is all ready for the workshop that’s about to happen. The workshop I’m about to lead. My first workshop. And I’m not panicking. I’m not even shaking. I’m calm.

I feel an immense sense of zen.

I go through the next three hours; guiding the group through exercises I created, sharing meditations written by my own imagination. I own it. I am authentically myself through everything I say and do. Even down to what I’ve chosen to wear for the event – comfy dance pants, my mala beads, and barefeet. I let go of what I think I should be in this role, and just go with exactly who I am.

I can’t even adequately explain how right it felt. It just felt right. I found my flow. And I enjoyed every second of it. I am so grateful for everyone who participated and allowed me to have the chance to experience that. I cannot wait to do more.

The sense of calm surprised me. Being in genuine flow. It reassured me that what I’m doing is exactly what I want and need to do.

I’ve done a lot of things that I’m proud of that took a lot of courage, that involved acting despite fear. That involved facing fears while shaking in my boots and voice the entire time. And it’s not that those weren’t valuable.. This was just an entirely different ball game.

What a sense of relief when the message is so clear. Clear and calm.

It just feels right.

I’m bringing myself and showing up over and over again in my life and business. As me. 100% me. And it’s the best feeling in the entire world.

Lately, in this state of newfound confidence with who I am, I’ve been able to bring that to business ventures and my personal life and it’s really starting to pay off.

It’s like I’m developing a new level of safety and knowing, purely from within myself, that provides me with a whole new level of strength.

Things feel right. And when they don’t, I don’t do them. Or I learn my lesson pretty damn fast.

Having a strong connection to this sense of zen makes it a lot easier to make decisions and be aware when I feel disconnected from it.

Maybe it’s what people call their intuition? I’m not sure. What I do know is that the more I listen to what feels the most authentic to me, the better I am for it.

The Ultimate Currency


I mean it. It’s no fucking cliché. Our TIME is the most precious thing we have. Time is life. Giving yourself time, making time a priority before anything else if completely fucking life changing.

My main goal in my new lifestyle revolves around the idea that FREEDOM equals my TIME – and it’s my number one priority to protect it by being extremely intentional with how I use it.

Too often we give up our time freely, give in to the status quo of being time-poor, and work our asses off to only end up struggling to stuff everything we want into our limited “free time”.

What if life didn’t have to be that way? What if we are the ones who decide how we spend our time – literally, how we SPEND it. Just like our money – society tries to tell us how to spend that too. We’re so used to the “way it is” that we’ve lost the sense of empowerment and ownership of our lives; in the money we “need” and the way we “need” to spend our time to get said money to pay for the things that are paramount to our existence.

Time is the price you pay every day, for everything you decide to do. It’s not just about your “free time” – you are choosing how to spend every moment of your life. It doesn’t always feel like it; it can be easy to fall into the trap of believing we are being forced to “give up” our time – that we are helpless victims in this life where the only thing we can possibly control is how we use our two weeks vacation. There’s a belief that the choices we get to make around living out our values only falls into the category of the “life” section of “work/life balance” – and since that time is already super limited due to external circumstances, we are let off the hook with making many decisions when it comes to that time too.

The illusion that we don’t have autonomy when it comes to our own lives and how we spend the time we have, is a powerful one that many people struggle with. Bursting that bubble may be shocking, but it will give you your life back.

Think about life using TIME as the ultimate currency. Work is costing you time. Chores are costing you time. Exercising costs you time. Hanging out with friends costs you time. Volunteering costs you time. Watching TV costs you time. Sleeping costs you time. EVERYTHING is constantly costing you time.

So what’s worth your time?

There’s no right or wrong here. It’s completely up to you. The important part is that you are aware of the cost you are paying, and whether you are content and fulfilled with your decision to spend your time -your life- in that way. There’s no one looking over your shoulder making sure you make responsible time-spending decisions. No one gets to dictate what your life should be about – you are the one who gets to spend your time how you best see fit. You are the one handing out the stacks of cash – and it’s up to you that you aren’t ripping yourself off.

We protect our money more than we protect our time, and I personally feel that this is backwards.  Yes, we need money, and yes we need to work to make that money. But in terms of what we are going after, what we are willing to sacrifice – it always seems like we are more than willing (as a given) to sacrifice our time for money and things.

If TIME is our goal – having time as the priority – what we choose to do, sacrifice, and even what we want starts to change.

Giving yourself the gift of time is the best gift you can give.
With time, your needs become simpler. Your wants become fewer. Seriously, I never imagined I’d feel less of a desire (need) for my Starbucks coffee or not seriously miss getting massages. Once you have time it’s surprising how much of these wants you will easily let go of.

I think it’s no surprise to any of my readers that money is not something I’m feeling particularly secure in lately. I mean, people don’t typically choose to live without a kitchen just for fun. And though these circumstances are quite significant, the truth is I’ve been broke before. And I’ve certainly spent the majority of my time living paycheck to paycheck, as well as dealing with ongoing debt.

However, there is a huge difference between then and now.
All of the time I’ve struggled with money before now, I was working my ass off nonstop, sometimes working as many as 7 different jobs at once to pay the bills. All of my time was taken up with working and budgeting. My life revolved around money and work.

This time, my TIME is MINE. And of course, not all of my time is “free”, but I certainly do not feel limited for time and I feel a complete ownership and full autonomy over my days. I choose how to spend my time, with my TIME being top priority. As long as I’m making enough to survive and pay for the things that I have decided are important to me, my priority is to protect the rest of my time. That even if there’s other things that will make me money – it has to be worth it to give up the time for it. This shift in thinking has changed my entire life.

Another thing I’ve noticed is how having the time is allowing me to optimize my money. That’s right, TIME is making my money situation better. Time allows me to optimize everything I buy and optimize on the benefits from everything I do.

My monthly yoga membership seemed like a luxury at $100/month; and it sort of was when I was only making it to the studio a couple times a week at best. However, now that I have the time that same $100 provides me with apx 26 hours of exercise, mindfulness, and the zen I crave! Oh, and on top of that I also get to have awesome showers with rain-shower heads (that I used to only experience at high-end hotels I’d splurge on on my vacations for just that experience) and spa soap. Because now I not only have the time to go to yoga class almost daily, I also have time to stick around after savasana to take advantage of the studio’s amenities.

Not only does having more TIME allow me to optimize my investment in a yoga membership, it also allows me to optimize on the health benefits. Getting more yoga in my life has led to less stress and better physical health; which also lessens my need for massages and medicines. Being in better shape from yoga creates more of a desire to eat healthy too – which has many benefits and reduces the need to purchase a plethora of things. Not to mention how much easier that goal is when you have the time to plan, shop, and prepare food. Healthy food isn’t cheap, but I’ve found the money an easier obstacle to get around than the lack of time that usually accompanies this goal.

Reaping the benefits of more time to sleep, meditate, spend with tribe, pursue my passions, and overall just live life on my own terms is providing me with so much more than money can.

It’s the reason I have absolutely fallen in love with living a minimal, simplified life – and why I’m so dedicated to making very intentional decisions about how to spend my TIME first and foremost.

This isn’t to say that everyone should want my particular lifestyle – what I am trying to declare here is how important it is that we all become acutely aware of the VALUE in TIME and own the choice we all have. Reflecting on our lives and consciously making choices with how we spend our most precious currency – TIME. 

Owning the Choice

It’s doesn’t always feel like we have a choice. Sometimes, it really isn’t easy to find. You know, like when it’s hidden under 60+cm of snow, per say.

This week did not go as planned whatsoever. I had made the decision on Sunday to stay at my sister’s place downtown in order to avoid being stuck after Monday’s storm, and missing my appointments in town on Tuesday. Well, it’s now Wednesday night and with another 15cm on its way, I don’t expect to be back home until Friday night. And I might be spending all weekend shoveling out my car.

The winter-wonderland has basically crossed out my entire agenda this week; appointments, client sessions, yoga classes. And for a real homebody who was still in honeymoon phase of living in my new place, it’s been hard to not be there.

Well, for the first two days I was feeling very frustrated, worried, and down about this stupid weather that was completely out of my control and yet destroying my life and making me miserable. There was nothing I could do about it, so I had all the permission in the world to sit there complain.

And then I realized. I could continue being upset and hating this entire week; or I could choose to accept it. I could decide to make a new game plan for this week and get excited over what I could accomplish. Given that this is my new reality, what can I do to make this week a success? What would make this week awesome? There may be lots I cannot do, but what are the things I CAN do?

Turns out there were lots of things I could do. Things that matter to me, things that get me excited, things that will feel awesome once crossed off my list. When I owned the choice I had in this situation – the possibilities overflowed.

Accepting that this is my reality – instead of lamenting it – has also allowed me to embrace the good parts of what’s in front of me. To see the good in the present; like getting to spend lots of time and share lots of giggles with my sweet nephews.

Yes, I still can’t will the snow to stop falling, or teleport back to my home (or Cuba), but I can CHOOSE to make the most out of the situation I am in.

Are you in a situation that feels completely out of your control? Can Will you CHOOSE to accept it? And given that this is your reality, what CHOICE can will you make?

The Dragon Den

I walk into my new apartment – my soon to be home – and I’m hit with an overpowering stench. A mixture of cigarette smoke and some obnoxious fruity cleaner. I try to ignore it and look at my space. There’s a pile of old, blue mattresses taking up the entire center of the room and outdated cheap hotel furniture lining the left wall. The carpet is dingy. There are gold lampshades attached to the right wall.

I try to imagine what I can do to make this work. I feel a sick doubt in my gut. I feel regret readying itself to take over. I feel frustration and sadness. What the fuck did I get myself into? I know the price is why I’m here, but did I underestimate this challenge? How am I ever going to make this work? How can I possibly make this my home?

I’d love to include a “before” picture just to give you a first hand look at what I started with. Unfortunately I don’t have one. I briefly thought of taking one when I was scrubbing the walls with baking soda and vinegar – but the thought of taking a picture had me in tears. I was fully encompassed in doubt that this place would ever be better than what I was standing in at that moment.

I pushed aside the doubt with pure determination; the same determination that scrubbed every inch of that room, unscrewed the ugly lampshade lighting fixtures from the wall, and moved king sized boxsprings down two flights of stairs all by myself.

The day I moved my things in I was still nervous. Really nervous. This is now my home. The kitchen-less room with undrinkable water. The smelly, ugly room with paper thin walls and an ‘adjoining’ hotel door between me and my neighbours on the left. As the mover unloads my things he tells me that another tenant tried to rob and kill him when he lived in this building. I sit there on unpacked boxes and feel overwhelmed.

That night in a desperate anxious trip to Costco, I buy two rugs to cover up the crappy carpet and an air purifier, odor absorbers, and candles to help with the smell. As I shoved these huge rugs into my already packed car, completely exhausted physically and emotionally, I know the only reason they actually fit was due to my unyielding will. I stand outside the car looking at the rug that really shouldn’t even be transported in any car – and think to myself – Wow I’m not just determined, I’m really fucking stubborn.

In these moments it serves me well. I am proud of how well I’ve done making this place a home. From grody to homey.

           Home Sweet Home
My “Kitchen”
The Office
Soul Food
The Living Room

It’s been a week today since I moved into this place – my very own space. Living on my own for the first time in my life.

Living minimally has always been something I longed to do, and now I’m doing it. It makes life simple. Keeping things tidy and clean takes little effort. I love the calmness of the spaces without clutter and being surrounded with things I love. Only things I love. I feel calm, safe, free, and inspired in my space. And I even have space to dance around.

I have made this room into an entire home, a home I love being in. Not to mention the beautiful view of the ocean out my window. I woke up today so grateful.

Oh, and warm. It’s funny how I had completely forgotten the joy of what it’s like to not be the one paying the power bill. Feeling warm in the winter?! And not just warm, but it’s so toasty in here I get to go barefoot all of the time- one of my very favourite things. It’s like my own personal summer in here 🙂

Being in my own space is allowing me to feel settled and strong. I’m starting to be able to focus on moving forward. This week has been productive in getting caught up and refocusing on projects I haven’t been able to give my attention in the last few months. I’m really excited about continuing those projects as well as creating new ones!

The Dragon Den gives me space to be me – fully. I feel grounded, strong, creative, inspired, and mindful here. I made the physical space even better than I had imagined – and now I am dedicated to making it hold space for everything I need to be my best self. To nurture, support, and inspire the dragon to go into the world as fiercely as possible.

My Life is Weird

My life is weird.

Okay, life is just weird period. I know that. But my life feels weirder than usual right now.

It’s been a month to the day that I moved out of my house and I’m sitting here trying to wrap my head around moving again next week. I was just starting to feel a bit settled and I feel a little like I’m ripping a newly laid blanket of some sense of comfort and familiarity right from under myself.

Emotions aside, the logistics alone exhaust me. Not just getting there, but figuring out how I’m going to manage this on my own – all rested on my entrepreneurial shoulders. And yet, I have this weird confidence that it will work out – that I will MAKE it work.

I’ve said it before, but apparently doing hard things really is my thing. I haven’t stopped doing hard things, and I must say I’m getting more comfortable with just going for it. The fact that things are hard, or the thought of “This is, That’s, or It’s Hard” is nothing more than an observation now. It’s not an indicator that it can’t be done, or that I won’t keep doing it. I hear it now and think yep, it is, carry on”.  

It’s been a matter of days from knowing I need to find a place to booking a date to move next week. Figuring it all out has been hard. It is hard. But here I am figuring it out, even when it feels like I can’t. Because it might feel like I can’t, but I know I will. And the will is all those cant’s are ever talking about anyway.

If the whole weirdness of yet another new home and community wasn’t enough weird, the place I’m moving to doesn’t even have a kitchen! And somehow this is me moving forward. The thought alone makes me laugh to myself. Like, I’m actually sitting here on my bed, in the middle of the night, laughing to myself. On what planet should this actually be an indicator that I’m moving forward?  How is this not a million steps back? How weird is my life right now that this is good, that this is progress? That, as weird as it is, this actually makes me happy! How quickly things can change.

It still fascinates me how I can feel like such a disastrous mess of a human being at the same time as feeling stronger and more confident in my own tenacity and grit than ever. I’m going to figure this out. I am figuring it out.


It’s a funny thing about my new home to be. It’s weird – one room (besides the bathroom) and no kitchen. That’s fucking weird. But here’s the thing, I’ve realized why it makes me grin like a weirdo. It’s unique. It’s a challenge. It excites me. It’s an opportunity to use my creativity. An opportunity to rise to the challenge and make it work – or (I’m hoping) – make it awesome.

Weird intrigues me. I almost feel like it might be where I rise the most – where I get the most from- where I belong. It gives space to not be ordinary; and when you have space to not be ordinary it leaves space for whatever you really are.

Daydreaming about the possibilities, of what it could be, feeds me. I’m using this weird opportunity to create something – something for the weirdo I am. Apparently I find breaking social conventions pretty exciting.. Okay, so maybe this isn’t news to me. 🙂

I actually love the fact that I can say “my new home doesn’t have a kitchen” without wallowing or feeling depressed, and instead feel excitement as I rise to the challenge with a sense of mischief. I think it speaks to all the work I’ve done; the strength I’ve gained, the perseverance I’ve proven, but more than all of that – how much I can now embrace who I really am. Even when I’m the weirdo who gets fired up over the lack of appliances.

Eyelid Armour

The sadness was right there. I could see it reflected back at me. Do you really care that much about me? Why does that hurt so much?

That makes me want to cry.. When am I going to let that go and let things make me cry – instead of this aching want for something I never allow to happen?

I use my eyes to hide. And I do it really well. I pull away – I pull inside. Away from you. Away from anyone. Away from everything I truly want. Connection. Comfort.

I want it – my mind tells me I want it too much. That I can’t want it that much and if I do I shouldn’t get it because it can’t be healthy, or right, or fair to others.

Fucking eye contact. It might be a huge key for me. It’s so hard to not look away. I’m not just being dramatic here – it’s really fucking hard for me.

There’s so much there. And I know it. I have so much in my eyes – it feels like a burden to let people see the intensity. The sadness. The pain. The anger. The hurt. The power.

Expressing myself through the written word is powerful – but it is controllable. Very controllable. My eyes have no such control. There are no barriers if I hold your gaze. My only option of control, of filters, of barriers, is to pull away. Hide behind my eyelids.

My eyes are what I’m missing. And they terrify me.

I can’t protect you from what you see. I can’t protect me from your response. I have no control when I give you my eyes – the only control being how long I give them to you. I let people glimpse this inner world. I let myself get moments of care and comfort and acknowledgement of what’s inside. But then I pull away.

I can’t have more even if I want it. It’s risky. It’s needy. It’s hurtful. It’s burdening those you look at. I don’t deserve to be seen like this. Not so raw. Not so direct. Not without barriers. Not without my filter. Not without protection.

I write authentically. I express the raw to be read on your terms. I choose when to read your comments on those words, on my inner world. I get to put up my own filters of what you say and what it means. I get to let it be something without it having to be something between us. And I can guarantee if you talk to me about the words you read in person, I won’t be looking at you.

It’s much harder to deny your sense of genuine care and connection when you’re looking into my eyes. When I can see it in your eyes.

Perhaps writing has been my way of trying desperately to fill this need without breaking the barrier of true vulnerability – true connection.

I’m so guarded. And I hate it. I’m not even sure others would see me that way – because I am very open in one sense, I’m authentic and I share a lot. But when it comes to taking that connection in, or expressing the emotion, even sitting with the good feelings – I am so guarded in letting them in or letting the emotions in me out. So destructively guarded.

That voice – you don’t deserve it. It’s not okay to hold that or own it. It’s not safe.

Love, belonging, connection – give it away like nothing, but don’t let it in.

It’s time to break these barriers and know what it truly feels like to be connected.

I know I need to do this. However difficult. However much pain may be waiting on the other side. I believe it’s the biggest thing that holds me back, inside and out.

So, if I just decide that I’m going to try to get my needs met – just say fuck whatever pain will come and fuck what it says about me – and fuck what I may feel or think as a result of actually letting someone in. If I say fuck the barriers and fuck what happens out in this place I’ve never allowed myself to go.

It’s time to stop hiding. I must will myself to stay there – completely vulnerable and unprotected in this vast field of corneas – and see what happens when I don’t go away.

Flying Blind

Nothing is familiar, comfortable, or effortless right now. Sometimes I wake up and I’m really not sure who’s life I’m in.

I feel so unsettled, overwhelmed. Then again, I am unsettled. So much is new and uncertain. Maybe it’s okay to feel unsettled and overwhelmed.

I’ve lost my house, my husband, my kitties, family, financial security. I live in a new place. I need GPS to get home. I’ve lost all of my routines. I don’t even know how to grocery shop anymore. And it’s not like my business life is old and familiar – I’m still finding my footing there. I feel like I don’t have my footing anywhere right now.

All at once. My life isn’t ‘my life’ anymore. And yet, it’s only my life. More my life than it has ever been.

I have a sense I’m on the right path – but I feel lost. Lost in the right direction?

Change is hard. New things are unsettling. I think craving the comfort of familiarity is normal – especially for someone who gets so caught in the comfort of habit that once I finish a TV series I usually just start it again. It’s safe to say I live most of my life right now outside of my comfort zone.

So many new ways of doing things to learn. So many things to figure out.

So free it’s destabilizing.

I guess it’s a good thing you don’t need to count on balance when you can fly.  

Something I’ve noticed is that by removing all realm of routine and normalcy in life, it creates an opportunity to really pay attention to what I want to do. Because nothing is a given, everything becomes an intentional, mindful decision. Everything from ‘what should I do with my life’ to ‘what brand of butter do I buy’. An opportunity to create habits based on what I truly want to be.

Exercising, eating healthy, being tidy, joining a boxing gym. So far I’ve found it’s not that hard to do. Without having to change an existing habit, the change in behaviour doesn’t feel like a struggle. It’s like I’m starting from scratch because so much of my life isn’t ‘normal’ -I’m not trying to change things, I’m just building new things from a blank slate. I guess it’s an upside to having your world turned ass up. I could do a lot with this if I try.. and I am trying.

It’s taking a constant stream of courage and strength, and an exhausting amount of effort.

And yet, I know – I can do hard things. Doing hard things is kind of my thing.


A Dragon in Ashes

“I can’t breathe…and yet, I am breathing.”  Dec 20th, 4am

I don’t regret us. I have a lot of pain, sadness, and anger over us but I also hold love, comfort, and laughter. I know I played an unhealthy role in our relationship for a very long time – I wasn’t healthy enough to be anything else. We weren’t good for each other, but we fit so well we couldn’t have noticed. We were what we needed- or what we thought we needed. We didn’t know any better. We knew we loved each other – and that seemed like everything. But it wasn’t. And now I know this. I see myself with much more worth now than I had ever seen before. I found my feet, my strength, my voice. I found my wings.

I can see things a lot differently up here.

And once I saw, I couldn’t go back. I tried, but I couldn’t.

I almost cut off my wings – because I love you. I stood there in a war with myself. Because I don’t want to hurt you. Because it kills me to hurt people I love. Because it’s easier to go back than to figure out a way forward. Because it terrifies me to stand up for my worth and what I know. Because I don’t want to break my own heart.

But I couldn’t do it. I dropped the knife, sobbing, and started walking. I kept walking until my heart throbbed with a new knowing of how much I need to fly. A commitment like nothing before. A promise.

And here I am – A dragon in ashes.

My life in ashes.

Standing in the aftermath. The damage of what I did. Rubble formed by fire from my mouth. My life – overwhelmingly shattered to pieces. Reduced to ash.

So much loss, all at once. And here I stand covered with ashes, in tears. Standing.

I know I had to. Even though I’m left with ashes. Even though I hurt people I love with all of my heart. Even though the pain of what I’ve lost takes my breath away. Even though I broke my own heart. I had to.

I turned it to ashes to save myself. To free myself. To fly.


There should be a better word than ‘thank you’..

I’m so frustrated by the limitations of words. It’s an unsettling, conflicting place to be as a writer.

Seriously, is there not a better word than thank you??!

“Thank you so much, I can’t even tell you how much that means to me”.. How fucking frustrating that the best I can come up with is telling you “I can’t tell you” when I want to be able to tell you what I’m feeling! Limited to the same words I utter to strangers who hold the elevator. Not that they don’t deserve thanks, it’s just.. What do you say when it’s so much more? I add heart emoji’s in hopes that somehow these silly images will express the warmth in my heart.


And resorting to Google is useless. The only synonyms that come up for ‘thank you’ are even less personable, or just ‘thank you’ in another language (Thanks Nothing comes close to expressing the gratitude I feel.

How do you thank someone who has literally changed your life? Even that sounds sickenly cliche. And yet, it is bone-deep sincerity and truth. So true that I ache when I fail to express it. And it doesn’t help that my in-person attempts are even lamer than my written ones; thanks to my continuous struggle to express emotions and make eye contact. I wish I could hug you and magically all this gratitude could sink in through osmosis or something.


You taught me that I wasn’t broken. You taught me how to be healthy. You taught me how to cope with anxiety. You taught me to listen to my feelings. You taught me that tribe and connection isn’t a selfish desire. You taught me about needs I didn’t even know I needed or deserved. You taught me how to live my values. You taught me the importance of creating a life you’re excited about. You taught me how to thrive. You taught me that I could be strong. You taught me that I hold the power. You taught me that I could be am a dragon. You gave me permission to listen to that strong healthy part of me. You taught me that I matter. You gave me permission to matter. You opened my eyes.

You see me. You hear me. You treat me like I matter. You believe in me.

You uncovered my wings and showed them to me. You taught me that I could fly. You told me to fly. You keep telling me to fly. You want me to fly.

You’ve done so much for me already, and yet you continue to show me your support and cheer me on.

And here I am, eyes cast down, uttering or typing a mere ‘thank you’. I give up.


Words will never be enough. I’m going to show you just how grateful I am instead.

I am going to show you how thankful I am for everything you’ve taught me by using it daily and spreading those lessons to everyone I can.

I’m going to show you how much your support means to me by letting it fill me up so I can passionately pursue purpose and meaning, and spread love outward whenever possible.

I’m going to say thank you for believing in me by holding onto that belief and worth in myself. I’m going to stay dedicated to my values and meeting my needs. I’m going to be strong even when I don’t want to be.

I’m going to show you how grateful I am by being the dragon, even when it’s easier to be the mouse.


I’m going to keep listening to everything you’ve said, and everything you’ve taught me to hear – even when it’s easier to shut it out.

I’m going to hold onto the gifts you’ve given me by living them and sharing them.

I’m going to let your support inspire me to be my best self and keep showing up.

I’m going to show you just how much you mean to me and how grateful I am for your support by not letting your faith in me go to waste. I’m going to be the dragon. I’m going to fly.

This I promise you.

And sitting here knowing just how genuinely I mean that makes me tear up.

For this, I thank you too. <3

This post is dedicated to the most wholeheartedly compassionate, supportive, valuable, and passionately inspirational clinician (and person, for that matter) – Dr. E.A. Wilson of Inspired Living Medical.

I Wish I Was Stronger

You are as strong as you want to be.

I was panicking when I first read these words. Sitting in my in-laws’ kitchen, trying to get a hold of myself so I could rejoin my family in the hell we were facing. I remember reading these words, sent to me by a friend in response to my plea for help and my desperate wish to be stronger so I could deal with this. ‘You are as strong as you want to be.’


I remember when I first read these words I was taken aback, almost annoyed. I remember thinking; if it was up to me I would not feel like this, I wouldn’t be struggling, I’d be stronger and not paralyzed in this fear and sickness. I wouldn’t be letting my panic stop me from being the person I need to be. If I could be stronger, I would be. It’s not that easy.

Now, if this had been some quote I found perusing Pinterest I might have been quicker to dismiss it; but this was written to me from a friend who I wholeheartedly respect, trust, and love. I sat with those words until the message picked through the layers of ego and helplessness that stood as defenses. I took it in and understood. And no, it’s not that easy. But it is that simple.

I got up and walked into the empty living room. I stood there in the dark, power posing, repeating this to myself. You are as strong as you want to be. And then I walked down the hall toward my family and never looked back.


It’s a statement that feels impossible and unrealistic. There’s a huge resistance to actually accept it – especially when we are feeling weak and struggling. And yet, in its truth is an immense power, a liberation. I didn’t have to be someone else, or get anywhere. I didn’t have to wish I was stronger. I didn’t have to worry that I wouldn’t be strong enough. If I wanted to be stronger, I just had to go ahead and be stronger. It’s up to me.

And then again, it’s up to me. Those words sting like a bitch when you feel stuck in pity or panic or depression or grief. Even when you feel weak, even when you don’t deserve it, even when you absolutely hate and resent that you are in the situation that’s requiring you to be strong – it’s still up to you to do it. To be strong and persevere. To do the hard. To do the impossible. It’s 100% up to you.


Accepting those words allowed me to get through one of the hardest experiences of my life as exactly the person I wanted to be through it. I was present for every moment and was able to be so much stronger than I ever imagined I could have been. It was still excruciating and my anxiety didn’t go away – but I was strong. Because I wanted to be. Because I chose to be.

You are as strong as you want to be.