The Treasures That Are Hidden Inside of You

Last week as I was packing my suitcase to go on retreat, I sat there surveying the contents wondering what I was forgetting. Yoga clothes, check. Rain boots, check (I was Seattle-bound). Pajamas, check. Airplane pillow, check. And so on. All the essentials were there, but I knew something was missing. I’d figure it out before I left for my flight in the morning…

Around 2 am, I sat up. The notebook!

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I bought this notebook back in 2015. November 29, 2015 to be exact—that’s the date scrawled on the first page.

I so clearly remember sitting at my kitchen counter and the Jack Gilbert quote on the cover. Do you have the courage? 

At that time, I was a couple months sober and my brain felt like it was exploding on a regular basis. I had so many ideas…things to write, to say, to do. I couldn’t move or think fast enough:  I kept missing my train stop to work a half-dozen times because I’d be feverishly tapping something into my phone, trying to get it down; I’d wake up, like clockwork, between 3:30 and 4 a.m.—with some idea that needed me to pay attention to it right then. I was constantly flipping back and forth from the tactile, daily tasks of my current life: making lunches, school drop-off, commuting to Boston, answering emails, scheduling playdates—to this other life that was beating louder and louder inside my chest: write, it said; dream, it said; LISTEN TO ME, it said.

And so, I kept listening. I followed clue after clue even though I wasn’t sure where it was leading me. I kept writing on my blog. I co-created HOME podcast. I started planning workshops. Every morning I said the same prayer: just speak to me in a way I can understand.


Back to the notebook.

The first pages are filled with ideas for my first workshop. It was titled “Working with Fear and Manifesting Change” and it took place at South Boston Yoga in April of 2016. I co-taught it with my now dear friend Becky Vollmer, who—until I picked her up from the airport for that weekend—I’d only known via phone and email. We sold it out. I had no idea what I was doing. 

Inside the notebook, there are questions: Where can you be of most service? What are you afraid of? What are you unwilling to leave behind?

There are ideas for blog posts, song lyrics, yoga sequences, and what looks like a constant document of my fears: I’m not ready. I will fail. It’s too late. I’m not disciplined enough. Who do you think you are?


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On my flight to Seattle, I flipped through the whole thing. It is now the document of every workshop and retreat I’ve done since 2015: all 22 of them. It’s traveled to Austin, Denver, San Francisco, LA, NYC, Chicago, Portland and Seattle (twice). It includes my first ideas for a workshop called The Bigger Yes

At the bottom of that page I wrote, What is your sweetest longing? And then, Don’t wait.

Since November 2015, I have completely changed my life. I’m nearly 3.5 years sober, I made the leap from my career in advertising to write and teach, I live in my dream location (basically, as close to the ocean as I can get without actually living on a boat), and I’m publishing my first book this September. My life is by no means perfect, but it is mine. It makes sense. It feels like home.

Last year, I turned my three-hour Bigger Yes workshop into a six-week online course. I’ve poured every single thing I know about truth, change, clarity, faith and devotion into it. It is my heart’s work and I’m running it again this spring. We start the week of April 11. Registration is now open.

If this speaks to you, you can learn more and sign-up below. Registration will close when I sell out or the clock hits 8 pm next Friday, March 30.