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I am my own guru

I could share the ins & outs of our experience with D3 but frankly, I’m over it. Something recently shifted for me and I don’t feel the need to write about it anymore.

When I started the blog, I imagined myself recounting all the nitty gritty details. But now…I’m ready to be done with it. And that’s a good thing.

Thanks to an interview we did with Heart on Radio, we were able to share our…

By mid-March, we were well along the path of rebranding the yoga studio I had purchased a couple years prior to be the first “zen performance lab”. Sounds fancy huh?!? Anything but. Just typing the words makes me throw up in mouth a little.

The heart & soul that our clients connected to…and that we were so proud of…had become a distant memory. Instead, we were co-creating a sterile environment…

When you play the game of thrones

Shortly after my insightful call with D3 (short for, Dun Dun Duuuuhn and easier to type), he wanted to do a call with my business partner, Princess Grace. Having shared the accuracy of my call with him, she was excited to jump on the phone.

He had cast the line and had begun the process of reeling in his catch…

Things started simple enough. He proposed working with each of us individually in a…

Conjuring forth a demon

I can still see the exact moment it happened like it was yesterday.  No, I’m not talking about Mr. Universe. I’m referring to someone…something…far more sinister. We had agreed there was no other option for us but to divorce and Mr. Universe decided it was my responsibility to officially start the paperwork. As I sat at my dining table staring blankly out into the backyard and contemplating my…

And so we meet again

I know exactly how ridiculous everything I’m about to share is going to sound. Trust me! There are times when I pause and have to ask myself if all this really did happen. It did. And it was crazy. Had it not happened to me, I’m not sure I would believe it. Everything about Dun-Dun-Duuuuhn was suspect from the very beginning. This wasn’t the first time he’d message me to connect. Nope! The first…

Grateful for the (& Mr.) Universe

Relationships are complicated. As a Six of Diamonds (learn more about cardology and find your card at itiskismet.com), my school room is relationships. That’s where I learn…grow…evolve.

Like every relationship I’ve ever been in, I learned a ton about myself. While there are some days I wanted to tell Mr. Universe to go big bang himself…and every now and then I play Monday morning quarterback as I…

But why give up now??

You might be wondering, with the karma cleared and the lesson learned wouldn’t the marriage be great?

The karma was the spark that brought us together. Once it cleared (at least for me), the attraction was gone. It was like waking up from a dream to a life I didn’t recognize. It was like being married to a stranger. The energy that had brought us together and kept us together (for better and…

Marrying your karma card

Let me start with one word: DON’T! It ain’t worth it, folks. Looking back, I can almost see the energy that ended up consuming us. It felt like this odd combination of being pushed into something while also being pulled away from yourself. Actually, it felt almost exactly like being swept up in a current. Ha…energy…current…of course! Turns out, Mr. Universe & I were karma cards to each other.…

Eventually, I had to face facts. I had to admit the toll that allowing myself to be consumed by Mr. Universe’s well-being was taking on my well-being. Because just like he was making choices, so was I. I mean, not making a choice IS still making a choice.

The ungrounding experience of being married to an addict made it nearly impossible to commit any sustained focus on anything other than him. He…

It’s my lie and I’ll tell it how I want

You might be asking, “What happened???”. It seemed like I was going to get my happy ending, right?!? I mean, if you followed my last blog series, on January 1, 2015 I was happily preparing to wed Mr. Universe on the beach in Hawaii (Day 281: Dear Mr. Universe). Sooooo….??? Well, that’s the thing about telling a story. It’s easy to share the parts that make the story good and just as easy to leave…

2018 was a shit show but not because of Trump

I’d love to be able to blame the chaos and struggle of 2018 on Trump but I can’t. I mean, I probably could. Based on what I read on social media, you can pretty much blame EVERYTHING on Donald J Trump. But, if I’m real with myself, I have no one to blame except me. I created this mess…on some level…but why??? Whhhhhhhyyyyyyyyy….. Let’s recap the Show of Shit that was 2018. In no particular…

It’s a match…or was it??

It’s funny how phrases can get stuck in your head…and then take on a life of their own. For example, I’ve had the phrase “It’s a match” rolling around in my head for a while now but somewhere along the line it started sounding a lot like The Target Lady from SNL. You know, she says “It’s approved”… and sometimes “It’s a match”.

Maybe this will help to jog your memory?

Anyway, this whole matching…

Happy birthday to me!

It’s been a hot minute…ok, so it’s been nearly 3 years…since I wrote a post. To say a LOT has happened would be an understatement! I’ve contemplated writing about it on a number of occasions but the time didn’t feel right…until now.

Let’s start with why now, first.

Well, today is my 45th birthday!!!! Happy fucking birthday to me! It’s crazy to say, write, hear, read. My body doesn’t feel like I…

They say that it typically takes 21 days to make something a habit.  So imagine how I felt after 365 days…of writing…every.day. writing.  To say that it’s been a weird month since meeting my 365 day goal would be an understatement.

On one hand it was nice to not be so raw and exposed…always processing information and shifting through emotions.

On the other hand, though, I felt like everything…

Well, here I am.  The last day of my blog.  Talk about pressure to be prophetic…

I’ve had friends ask me what I was going to write about on the last day.  If I already had it written.  If I was going to reveal everyone’s real names…

Right or wrong, I’m approaching this last post just like I have all the others.  Sitting down at the computer…taking a deep breath…and letting whatever is in my heart…

On the eve of my last post, my heart is a bit heavy.  I’m sad for all the arguments that are ensuing between friends, family, and fellow citizens because of the need to legislate bigotry in the state I’ve called home my entire life.

That’s right.  I’ve never lived anywhere else but Indiana.  Not because I didn’t want to or wasn’t willing, but mainly because I didn’t need to.  Everything I…