It is so easy to make the same choice over and over and over again.
Making a bold decision and stepping into something new is almost impossibly difficult.
Usually we have to be chased by something achingly painful – like a viciously unhappy relationship. Or deep physical discomfort. Or a job we hate that does not pay us enough.
And even then, how many of us cling to the old ways, as if there was some kind of salvation there?
It is way easier to cling to the pain that is known, rather than to jump to the potential discomfort of something new.
It is my deep, hot, and holy conviction that the body of every woman is a living, breathing altar.
Yes, I mean you.
Overworked, underloved, insubstantially paid you.
Yes, even underworked, overloved, exaltedly paid you.
The question is-
Do you treat yours as such?
Think about it. There is no human alive today who was not created and held inside the living altar of a woman. We are the place where the human and the divine collaborate in creation.
Just as an altar in a sanctuary requires upkeep and maintenance to feel sacred, so does the body, woman.
It is our sacred responsibility to look and feel…
I hate February.
Actually, it’s bigger than that.
It’s winter I hate.
Winter pisses me off.
Cold. Grey skies, short days. Losing gloves. Black ice.
February descends and my easy good times vaporize.
Going to the gym is hard. Everything is complicated, and I don’t want to leave my house.
My couch, to be precise.
And I noticed something: when I am down, there is something that I do that is worse than winter.
Just a love contest
And I never
Now you have another good reason
To spend more time
Many people ask me how I started, where I started, when I started, and why I started The School of Womanly Arts. When something is truly a calling, it has many beginning points in your life, as I am sure that many of you have seen inside your own lives.
For me, one of the early points when I began to hear the call was when I was 14, and my parents took me and my brothers to…
I am sure you have noticed.
Babies cry every single day.
Sometimes briefly, sometimes inconsolably.
They also laugh every day. Not to mention wriggle, crawl, bounce and flap.
And they move smoothly from emotion to emotion: wailing, then settling back to a set point of happiness pretty easily.
Nothing like a woman.
Women are encouraged to avoid our own wail. We suppress our rage. We are taught to cut off from our unhappiness, overstep our discomfort and bypass our deep grief and sorrow.
This detour around the truth creates a huge consequence.
How are you doing, since you two broke up? “Fine.”
How are things going since your…
Like every single one of us, I work hard.
I especially work hard when I launch a new program. Last weekend’s Mastery launch was not only the highlight of my teaching career with the largest, most expressive, most brilliant Mastery class ever, but my incredible team was absolutely spot on, glorious, gorgeous, generous and flawless.
I wanted to take you behind the scenes a bit, to give you a peek into my personal pleasure practices. How do I make sure the magic happens? I want to show you how I make sure I have filled up with enough fun, pleasure…
Thank you so much for your amazing, beautiful questions from last week. I love it when we get to go back and forth, you giving me a window into your soul, into what is mattering most, what keeps you up at night and where your deepest longings lie.
I do not take your questions lightly.
Your desires, the things you want, are of deepest importance to me.
We are all in this together.
I have exactly the same challenges, the same yearnings, but I have a hat full of tools that I want you to be able to access, to pad your way…
Let’s say you were making a drawing of yourself.
And it was a drawing of how much you listened to your head, versus your body.
What would the drawing look like?
Would it be a giant head with a tiny body attached?
Or a giant body with a tiny head?
Like most women, I was raised to hate my body.
To discount and overlook her.
Here is proof that the campaign was effective: My nickname when I was in 6th grade, and moved to a new school, was Alice the Goon.
There is no worse word for a woman than stuck.
We can handle pain. We can handle loss. We can handle chaos.
There is a beginning, middle and end to those experiences.
But stuck feels like slow asphyxiation.
Like solitary confinement.
Trapped with no oxygen, no windows, and no understanding of how to get out.
Which is the worst part of all.
Because in some way, somehow, we know we put ourselves in this stuck spot.
There are so many ways to be stuck.
It might be a job you kinda hate with a future you don’t want to live into.
It might be…
Is your light on or off?
Take a quick test: Do you feel flush with enthusiasm? Beautiful? Strong? Confident?
Good. Then your light is on.
Light is everything. No light, no life. It’s that simple.
Do you notice women’s light? I am sure you do. You can tell right away whether it is on – or off.
When a woman’s light is on, she is approachable. You can connect with her. She is open, beautiful, filled with life. She ignites you and takes you higher.
When her light is off, it is another story. The approach is different….