I know for creative folks, sometimes our lives can feel a little flat, we have so many great ideas and big dreams, but it can be so difficult to actually make our dreams come true for ourselves.
I don’t think it’s supposed to be easy to be creative. I think we are working with a lot of resistance and with this thing called ‘entropy’ in the world - have you heard of that word before? Entropy?
It’s important to understand what Entropy is and how to work with it.
What Is Entropy? Generally, entropy is defined as randomness or disorder of a system. This concept was introduced by a German physicist named Rudolf Clausius back in the year 1850.
When we engage in creative work, we enter into a different, altered state from life as we know it. For me, I have to go through a little bit of a withdrawal.
Julia Cameron in her book, ‘The Artist’s Way,’ describes this withdrawal state as a detachment or...
I’ve had to learn how to handle criticism in the realm of singing, songwriting, classical piano performance, jazz piano and yoga instructing.
It’s never been easy.
Have you ever been criticized for something you’ve worked hard toward, only to be judged or spoken of in harsh ways?
How is it that one person who says, “that sucks,” can cancel out one hundred people who absolutely adore what you’ve made?
Even just one hater can send us into questioning everything.
It’s common and I know this doesn’t happen to just me.
The truth is, the more I’ve put myself out there, the more I’ve entered the arena, the more criticism has come my way.
I’ve had to really work on establishing a healthy self-concept and mindset around criticism.
As humans, there’s always the tendency to think critically (or critically think - which aren't the same thing) and find ways to...
Since my husband's job over the years of marriage has determined where we live, we've moved a lot. I used to freak out inside when he hated his job and wanted to get a new one. In our younger years, we thought that changing our Circumstance was the answer to solving problems.
The I.T. world is constantly changing, and my husband has worked hard to stay relevant and keep current in the tech industry. Whenever his boss or upper management would change, he would get nervous.
On one such occasion, he updated his resume in 2011 and was contacted by an Amazon recruiter who quickly flew him to Seattle, arranged for two days of grueling interviews, and then offered my husband the Amazon moon of a job, with excellent pay, benefits, and stock options.
And just like that, our little family moved to Seattle.
Except that I didn't want to move.
No thank you Amazon. No thank you Seattle. No thank you rain. and NO THANK YOU leaving my music career, friends, and family.
I was comfortable in Utah. I...
This past year has been amazing. Lots of growth, lots of new opportunities, lots of goodness. And, it’s also presented a lot of personal challenges in my roles as mother and Life Coach growing a new business.
Even though I’m a Life Coach myself now, I’m still a student learning from my own mentors and coaches, and I’m new to running my own business. My mentors push me to grow in ways I don’t always want to sometimes and they really know how to get me out of my comfort zone. I love this about them! And, it’s hard.
I learned a cool principle about life from my mentor and Life Coach, Brooke Castillo. It’s called the 50/50 principle.
My students love it when they learn this principle because it generates a lot of relief about realistic expectations toward life and what it means to be human.
50% of the time our brains will react to our circumstances
and will feel bad. And, 50% of the time,
our brains will...
Almost twenty-two years have gone by since I gave birth to my first born son.
Noah Gabriel Vaughn was born at 11:50 pm on December 6th, 1998 to a younger version of me who had eagerly anticipated being a mother. He didn't cry when he was born, just a small squeak. I remember wishing he would cry, but there was just silence mixed with the doctor's hushed instructions for me of what to do next.
"Is he still alive? Is he okay?" I knew he wasn't okay. But I wanted some sort of re-assurance that all was not completely lost. The doctor said, "Yes, he's still alive, but it won't be long judging by his color."
"Can I see him? Can I hold him yet?" It seemed like an eternity before he was finally placed in my arms.
He was beautiful.
He was perfect.
He looked just like me, lots of fuzzy ginger blonde hair that grew low on his forehead, little ski-jump nose that turned up on the end, a tiny, round chin, and square face.
**** A truth about birthing...
I take my golden retriever out for a walk in the foothills almost every day. The leaves are gorgeous right now. They have lived their lives. A good life.
Made me think a lot about my own progression and how I’m entering the fall season of my own life.
It’s tricky navigating getting older in our current culture focused on youth and unrealistic beauty standards. If I place all my value on being pretty, then where does that leave me when beauty fades?
the falling leaves drift by my window
the falling leaves of red and gold
I see your lips the summer kisses
the sun-burned hands I used to hold.
On my hike this morning I thought about how the fallen leaves are showing me an important cycle on embracing change, surrendering, and knowing there will be renewal again in another season. We will make a beautiful comeback when we’re ready. Mother Nature knows what she’s doing.
When I read the magazine headlines after my hike as I stood in line at the...
I wish I could ask my mom when I was born, what day of the week, what time. A Christmas baby. That's what they used to call me since I was born 2 days after Christmas. But that's all I know. I was adopted at 3 years old along with a Navajo Indian brother a few months older than me, and a Korean sister a couple years younger.
My auntie raised four kids in her lifetime that weren't her own. Her body just wouldn't make baby's even though every fiber of her being ached with the longing of being a mother. But she raised us like we were her own. She knew she was taking on quite a lot. She was doing it for the right reasons, she had so much love to give, and Lord only knows, we had so much love to be needing.
"You aren't my mama! I want my real mom!!" I still remember how red hot my face felt when I hollered those words. I didn't care. I missed my real mama and in my four year old mind, tantrums had become a way of getting what I...
I just celebrated my twenty year wedding anniversary. Can you believe it? Neither can I for how fast it's gone by. I married when I was nineteen, much to the chagrin of my dear mom. But when you know you've found a keeper, what do you do? You hold on for the ride and you don't look down lest vertigo kicks in. That's what I did while keeping my gaze steady towards the stars.
I took dating very seriously. Probably too serious, looking back. But I knew I didn't want to waste anybody's time (or money) when I already knew I wasn't looking for anything long term just yet. I believed in being honest and upfront with the guys I went out with. Besides, commitment was risky business.
My childhood was fraught with love gone awry. One of my earliest memories I have is with my step dad's arm around the babysitter in the front seat while taking her home. I must have been barely three at the time, but I remember thinking how my mom (this...
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