Insecurity Is A Fickle Bitch

Shadow self. Dormant personality. Uncertainty. There is an endless barrage of naming conventions society uses in an attempt to quantify insecurities. Not only are they parts of ourselves that inherently connote shame, but it can sometimes feel incredibly overwhelming to overcome.

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Let The Light In

It’s time.

Crack your heart wide open


let the light in.

Let the love pass through


Don’t let the bullshit fill you with hate.

Let the love pass through


Rebuild your life

and start again.

Let the love pass through


It’s time.

Reclaim your power.

Don’t Use The Law Of Attraction As An Excuse For Laziness

By the tender age of 26 I had accumulated a small mountain of debt. Credit cards were my gateway drug and student loans were the monsters under the bed.

Every book, podcast and fucking webinar I read, heard and watched told me basically the same thing: keep your mind positive and positive things will flow to you. While that is all well and good there is something they don’t tell you that is fundamentally key: pragmatism. I can envision myself debt-free, live as if I have no debt and repeat all of the financially free mantras until my lungs are screaming for air. What all of these things have in common, however, is that whilst doing them I WAS STILL IN DEBT.

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Am I Pretty Yet?

As children we are taught to be anything, to do anything. “You can achieve it all,” my mother used to tell me, but society tells a different narrative. Plastered on the front cover of each and every magazine are near-perfect specimens of the human race. “5 Tips for better abs,” “This Seasons Best and Worst Dressed,” “Top 25 Most Beautiful Women!” We, specifically women, are constantly inundated with reminders that we are not enough. Under the subterfuge of the “American Dream” and “reaching our potential” we are quietly reminded that we must always look and behave a certain way. That in order to be accepted as women, we must check this box, fit this image, shop at this store. While this poses a problem to every woman, we are also unconsciously forcing young girls to grow up with this type of harmful cultural programming.

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Growing Pains

To grow we must experience new things, immerse ourselves in new situations and step out of the very place we feel most comfortable. But, what about when the growing is that of an inner matter? One that directly affects the very behaviors central to our daily life. The subconscious ones; our instinctual reactions to people, places and situations. How do we heal when certain things feel as if they bring out the very worst parts of us?

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Worn-out Leggings.


Moving is weird. And hard. That’s the thing that nobody tells you: after the dust has settled and your Netflix has been setup; life in a new place is strange. There will be periods of great joy and overwhelming uncertainty. Even knowing you made the right decision, the best decision, you will still ache for what is comfortable. The past. That is always safe because we have been there, we know how it plays out. It is the future we have to guess at. Will I find a great job, will I make new friends, where is the closest Starbucks? These are all questions I found myself asking the first few weeks in our new apartment. Five months in and I am happy to report that there are seven within a 5 mile radius. 

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The time is NOW.

Forgiveness is a powerful tool. Not only for the one who forgives, but for the people whom we share the forgiveness. At the end of every minute we are all coexisting on this planet; we make mistakes and sometimes hurt others. When we forgive we heal and so do they, in some small way. Everything on the other side of forgiveness is love. Everything on the other side of forgiveness is peace.

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Italian Dreams


Traveling is the third true love of my life (behind reading and eating).  My sister, best friend and I spent two glorious weeks roaming from one old as fuck Italian city to the next, watching the sunrise, drinking way too much Syrah and almost getting left on a train. OK that last one was just me. I have yet to find a place, though, that holds me captivated the same way Italy does. Every city I love more than the one before and I think I have fallen in love with every person who speaks Italian, the language is pure magic. 

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