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Is Your Life Still Pointed In The Right Direction?

When was the last time you paused and asked yourself… Am I happy?Am I healthy—in body, mind, and spirit?Is the life I’m building actually aligned with who I am today? Most of us are too busy to even consider these questions. We’re sprinting through our days—handling work deadlines, family logistics, emotional loads, expectations—and suddenly weeks, months, even years go by without ever checking our internal GPS. But here’s the truth I’ve learned (the hard way): …

🎉 I Turned 45 Today—And Wrote A Letter To My 35-Year-Old Self

Today’s my birthday—45 trips around the sun! ✨ To celebrate, and to thank you for doing the EQ work and being a fellow #joyseeker, I’m sharing something close to my heart: a letter I wrote to my 35-year-old self. If you’ve been here a while, you know this space blends practical EQ strategies for work + home with the kind of soulful reflection that leads to true self-mastery and joy. Today’s letter leans into the …

Why “Good Vibes Only” Is Slowly Killing You

I was in the shower when this hit me: “Good vibes only” is slowly killing us. Not just physically—but emotionally, mentally, spiritually. As an emotional intelligence coach, I hear this all the time from high-achievers: “I’m focusing on the good.”“I’m grateful, so I don’t want to complain.”“If I just stay positive, things will be fine.” And don’t get me wrong—I’m a big fan of gratitude.I am a positive person.And I do believe in choosing empowering …

The Emotions We Weren’t Allowed To Feel

In our culture, boys aren’t allowed to be sad and girls aren’t allowed to be angry. I’ve been sitting with this a lot lately—and seeing how it plays out in boardrooms, clubhouses, and even bedtime routines at home. 👉 When boys aren’t allowed to feel sadness, they grow into men who default to silence, sarcasm, or shut down when vulnerable conversations arise. 👉 When girls aren’t allowed to feel anger, they grow into women who …

The Power Of Saying No (Even To Good Things)

This past Sunday, I had the chance to attend two events. I really wanted to go to both. And technically—I could have made it work.  Quick change of clothes. Hustle across town. Squeeze it all in. The old me would have done it without hesitation. But this time, I made a different choice. I said no. Not because I didn’t want to be there… but because I knew the rushing would cost me more than …