Shit you won’t find in a Self Help Book!

Is it really a wise choice?   Why do we do that sometimes? Ladies… we’ve all been there. Knees weak, heart racing, body screaming “YES this is the one” - as you begin to feel comfortable with a lover, while your soul’s in the corner whispering, “Uhhh, babe? WTAF??” Guilty!! Multiple times… So you’ve read ALL the books, meditated through the madness, saged the fuck out of your trauma, cried into the moonlight, journaled til your hands cramped and  still  found yourself undressing for someone you knew wasn’t it. Welcome to what I’ve discovered is the sacred mess of being spiritually wise and still horny for chaos. Let’s get real with a personal story of mine to kick things off..  I was majorly attracted to this guy. It was chemical. Addictive. Could’ve powered a small city with the wattage we were creating. But if I hadn’t been stuck in the mess of people pleasing, fawning, the desperate choose me spiral; I would’ve seen it for what it was & saved myself a LOT of h...

Let’s be honest.   Dating after 40 is less like a rom-com and more like an indie horror film with bad lighting and a recycled cast of emotionally unavailable ghosts. Nearly 50, I’ve spent the better part of the last two decades solo - not celibate (I wasn’t a fucking nun), but definitely not  co-existing  with anyone, save for my kids, pets & now hormones that like to play musical chairs with my nervous system. And when I say  dating , I use the word loosely, because let’s be real, most of us aren’t actually dating anymore.  We’re swiping through a wasteland of men holding fish, flexing in mirror selfies, or talking about their “healing journey” while still bleeding emotionally on everything that moves. ✨ The Mental Load of Modern Dating It’s not fear of rejection that stops me anymore. Goddess knows I danced that dance in my 20s, 30s & even into my early 40s. I used to fear abandonment so deeply, that I became a Grade A people pleasing, boundary less ve...