Last night in my Full Psycle class the instructor started beautifully speaking about setting an intention for the rest of the year and everything within me revolted.

If you're familiar with me at all, you know that I love setting intentions, creating goals and pushing myself that extra mile, but last night I'd had enough.

Yesterday I went to grab lunch at a local chain that I love, but witnessed a health code violation that not only contaminated the food I was about to eat, but also contaminated the ingredients for anyone else choosing to eat there.

In that moment I had a choice - I could consume what I knew wasn't necessarily safe for me or I could nicely point out the error and walk away.

A while back I started “Self Love Wednesday”

I was staying busy every day of the week and it was burning me out, so I decided to make myself include a midweek break.

I’ve had several gut wrenching things occur this week.

Several things that made me more than a little emotional and ready to throw in the towel.

Be the person you want to see in the world.

Be that friend that hops in the car because one of your bffs needs you.

Five minutes on Instagram and I want to go to the gym instead of go buy the trail mix I was craving.

It’s easy to compare. It’s easy to look at models or model like people and think I’m not thin enough, pretty enough, or doing enough.

I've been uncomfortable for a good chunk of my life.

As a natural introvert who would have been happy never leaving her mom's side, I've made myself do a lot.

I had no idea I had hoarding tendencies.

Our home didn’t resemble one of those TLC shows and I seemed to have healthy boundaries with food, stuff, people ...

But this revelation started with not wanting to cancel something I wasn’t using until I downloaded my favorite resources from it. Mind you these were resources I hadn’t touched in almost a year.

This morning I woke up after some crazy dreams - the ones where you are like “did that really happen?!” And that make you feel more exhausted than when you went to bed the night before.

I tend to excessively wash my hands.

It’s one of my little quirks about myself that drives me a little bit nuts.

Last week I decided I wanted to work on this habit and be a little freer.

Do you struggle with the thought of failure?

Failure is one of the scariest things in many people’s book.

Failure is one of the biggest things that stops many people from moving forward with their life.

There’s a huge difference between hoping and creating. 

Hoping is when we wish for something to happen. Creating is when we are taking inspired action to make it happen.

If you can accept and love yourself where you are, you can grow into the person you want to be. 

Becoming the woman you want to become starts with a love an acceptance of where you are and who you are now. 

Most mornings I wake up with so much anxiety I feel like there’s a giant weight sitting on my chest.

Normal everyday things tend to stress me out, sometimes to the point of being physically sick or unable to move.

I don’t normally share this, but one of my greatest fears is that my husband will one day decide that he doesn’t love me and that he wants someone else.

This is not a rational fear, and it isn’t based on anything he has done. It is simply a lie my brain likes to tell me to keep me in fear.

Part of being a human is feeling fear.

Courage is feeling the fear and doing it anyway.

A few minutes ago I started wondering what you did to relax yourself this morning. 

I now take time to journal and meditate everyday, but that wasn't always the case.

When we start improving ourselves, we start improving the world.

You know those characteristics about yourself you like to pretend don’t exist? Like the sharp tongue, the times you’re a little too easy to anger, maybe the cranky behavior you take out on others.

Yesterday I did something I’ve been dying to do for 20 years.

I put a deposit down on a puppy.

I love Walt Disney World, but not for the same reason most people do.

I love it not because of the cute mouse in red shorts, but because Disney showed me what is possible for my life.