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"Share your story." I've had that call placed on m

"Share your story." I've had that call placed on me for months now, but I always hesitate, spin my wheels on the "how." Is it the book I want to write? The podcast I want to start? The TV shows I want to create? HOW? I tell myself I'm waiting for clarity on the how, but I know my hesitation probably comes down to fear. But when @Laur_Akins and @AnnieFDowns talked about sharing your story on Lauren's podcast and asked listeners to take a photo of them listening to the podcast and share their story, I knew I had to do it.

You see, God has been using podcasts by Lauren, Annie, and @KaileyDickerson to talk to me. I've spent a lot of the last two years trying to understand why I just "know" things and then, after a vivid dream this summer, trying to discern that too. I didn't know anyone else that had dreams or knowings/discernments like I did, at least not that also claimed to have the same kind of faith that I have. Was I alone?

On Halloween night, I was in my feelings about missing community, about being single, not understanding. I had a hard journaling session before bed and felt pulled to open my Bible. I'm reading Matthew right now and the supporting verse was James 4:2: "You do not have because you do not ask." Well then. God called me out. I wasn't praying for these things. I felt selfish for asking for such personal things when the world itself is in such shambles. Yet there it was loud and clear: "Ask me."

So I asked. And I kept listening to podcasts, all of which happened to be from @TSFNetwork. I heard Kailey, Lauren's father, @MJSelecman and more talk about their God-given dreams and feelings and visions and I realized God was using these podcasts to tell me something: "these gifts are from me. Trust them. Use them."

As "luck" would have it, I wrote a bit of my story on my blog a few days ago. It's too long to share in an Instagram caption and it's only the beginning. Link in bio.

This phrase came to me when I was journaling this

This phrase came to me when I was journaling this morning.

"Your anxious thoughts are not your own."

Most of the things we worry about never come to fruition, do they? We imagine all the worst case scenarios, catastrophize, make exit plans we never end up using. We waste an awful lot of time worrying.

Our anxious thoughts are usually fear-based and fear can feel very very real. Fear can stop us from shining our lights, from living the life our highest self is called to live, from doing the things we're meant to do, the things we WANT to do but don't because - fear.

It's not easy to remember that those anxious thoughts aren't ours, that they are planted by that dark voice inside us - the enemy - that wants to keep us small. But if we can work towards noting those thoughts and telling them "you are not mine," we take away their power over us. We gain freedom over anxious thoughts that are not our own.

I wrote this phrase down on several post-it notes and stuck them up at my desk, in my bathroom, and on my fridge. And I felt called to share it with you here as well. I hope it resonates. If it does, share it with your friends? They may need the reminder too. ❤️

#quotestoliveby #quotes #wordsofwisdom #wordsofaffirmation #anxietyrelief #anxietyawareness #anxiety

How do you live a bold life? The short answer: Yo

How do you live a bold life?

The short answer: You choose to.

The longer answer: You identify your goals and take action towards them each and every day, even when it feels like things are going nowhere or aren't happening on your timeline. You CHOOSE to keep going. To keep working. To keep following your gut instincts, even if they seem a little crazy. Especially if they seem a little crazy.

People tend to not like the longer answer. We live in an instant gratification society. We read self-help books that tell us to simply think good thoughts and big things will happen for us. We want what we want when we want it. We want the reward but we don't want to sacrifice our comfort to get there.

I choose to live a bold life. I choose to work towards my goals even when it makes me uncomfortable. That means waking up at 5am to write before work. That means working an 8 hour day, signing off, and using the ten minute drive to campus to switch my brain from 'marketing' to 'TV writer and producer.' It means staying up late to work on a script and fitting in client coaching calls on weekends and at odd hours of the day and night.

It means choosing the hard now to reap the benefits later.

It might look like I'm living my best life in the Los Angeles sunshine. In a lot of ways I am. Two years ago I was staying up late working on grad school applications. Last year I was sitting on the floor of my apartment until 10pm doing zoom classes. And now I'm here, in Los Angeles, working on what I dreamed about two years ago.

I'm living my bold life.

I'm here to encourage you to live yours.

What does your bold life look like?

Let me know in the comments.

#liveboldly #theboldlife #choices #mybestlife #livingmybestlife #goals #goalsetting

I have anxiety. I also have health anxiety. I worr

I have anxiety. I also have health anxiety. I worry about things I can't control, sometimes obsessively. I think every ache or pain is a death sentence and have spent a lot of time (and money) in doctor's offices insisting on a diagnosis that isn't there. Just yesterday I googled 'do I have an enlarged spleen?' despite the fact that I had two - yes two - "perfect" CT scans in June. My rational brain knows I'm most likely fine. My not so rational brain does not.

Most of the time, I cope well. I have an arsenal of tools: journaling, meditation, physical activity, breathing techniques, tapping. The beach.

But once in a while, I have a day when I just cannot. Everything feels heavy and I feel off - like nothing is okay and will never be again. On those days, I might burst into tears for no real reason or have no patience for the people in my life. I used to try to push through those days, but now I know better. Now I "tap out" and lay low. I go for a walk on the beach - the salt and sand ground me - pull from my above mentioned arsenal and go to bed early. I almost always wake up feeling 100% better.

My family didn't talk about anxiety or other mental illnesses when I was growing up. I heard the phrase "she's got bad nerves" whispered in response to someone who exhibited anxiety or depression., like it was a dirty secret. We didn't go to therapy - didn't want to air our dirty laundry, you see.

But I talk about it now. I'm open about my anxiety struggles and an advocate of therapy. I know now that my mom suffered from both depression and anxiety as well as an undiagnosed personality disorder. I know too that these things aren't taboo - they are a part of our lives that we have to take care of.

And so, on Mental Health Awareness Day, I'm talking about it. Prioritize your mental health the way you do your physical health. You are worth it.

#mentalhealth

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"Share your story." I've had that call placed on m

"Share your story." I've had that call placed on me for months now, but I always hesitate, spin my wheels on the "how." Is it the book I want to write? The podcast I want to start? The TV shows I want to create? HOW? I tell myself I'm waiting for clarity on the how, but I know my hesitation probably comes down to fear. But when @Laur_Akins and @AnnieFDowns talked about sharing your story on Lauren's podcast and asked listeners to take a photo of them listening to the podcast and share their story, I knew I had to do it.

You see, God has been using podcasts by Lauren, Annie, and @KaileyDickerson to talk to me. I've spent a lot of the last two years trying to understand why I just "know" things and then, after a vivid dream this summer, trying to discern that too. I didn't know anyone else that had dreams or knowings/discernments like I did, at least not that also claimed to have the same kind of faith that I have. Was I alone?

On Halloween night, I was in my feelings about missing community, about being single, not understanding. I had a hard journaling session before bed and felt pulled to open my Bible. I'm reading Matthew right now and the supporting verse was James 4:2: "You do not have because you do not ask." Well then. God called me out. I wasn't praying for these things. I felt selfish for asking for such personal things when the world itself is in such shambles. Yet there it was loud and clear: "Ask me."

So I asked. And I kept listening to podcasts, all of which happened to be from @TSFNetwork. I heard Kailey, Lauren's father, @MJSelecman and more talk about their God-given dreams and feelings and visions and I realized God was using these podcasts to tell me something: "these gifts are from me. Trust them. Use them."

As "luck" would have it, I wrote a bit of my story on my blog a few days ago. It's too long to share in an Instagram caption and it's only the beginning. Link in bio.

This phrase came to me when I was journaling this

This phrase came to me when I was journaling this morning.

"Your anxious thoughts are not your own."

Most of the things we worry about never come to fruition, do they? We imagine all the worst case scenarios, catastrophize, make exit plans we never end up using. We waste an awful lot of time worrying.

Our anxious thoughts are usually fear-based and fear can feel very very real. Fear can stop us from shining our lights, from living the life our highest self is called to live, from doing the things we're meant to do, the things we WANT to do but don't because - fear.

It's not easy to remember that those anxious thoughts aren't ours, that they are planted by that dark voice inside us - the enemy - that wants to keep us small. But if we can work towards noting those thoughts and telling them "you are not mine," we take away their power over us. We gain freedom over anxious thoughts that are not our own.

I wrote this phrase down on several post-it notes and stuck them up at my desk, in my bathroom, and on my fridge. And I felt called to share it with you here as well. I hope it resonates. If it does, share it with your friends? They may need the reminder too. ❤️

#quotestoliveby #quotes #wordsofwisdom #wordsofaffirmation #anxietyrelief #anxietyawareness #anxiety

How do you live a bold life? The short answer: Yo

How do you live a bold life?

The short answer: You choose to.

The longer answer: You identify your goals and take action towards them each and every day, even when it feels like things are going nowhere or aren't happening on your timeline. You CHOOSE to keep going. To keep working. To keep following your gut instincts, even if they seem a little crazy. Especially if they seem a little crazy.

People tend to not like the longer answer. We live in an instant gratification society. We read self-help books that tell us to simply think good thoughts and big things will happen for us. We want what we want when we want it. We want the reward but we don't want to sacrifice our comfort to get there.

I choose to live a bold life. I choose to work towards my goals even when it makes me uncomfortable. That means waking up at 5am to write before work. That means working an 8 hour day, signing off, and using the ten minute drive to campus to switch my brain from 'marketing' to 'TV writer and producer.' It means staying up late to work on a script and fitting in client coaching calls on weekends and at odd hours of the day and night.

It means choosing the hard now to reap the benefits later.

It might look like I'm living my best life in the Los Angeles sunshine. In a lot of ways I am. Two years ago I was staying up late working on grad school applications. Last year I was sitting on the floor of my apartment until 10pm doing zoom classes. And now I'm here, in Los Angeles, working on what I dreamed about two years ago.

I'm living my bold life.

I'm here to encourage you to live yours.

What does your bold life look like?

Let me know in the comments.

#liveboldly #theboldlife #choices #mybestlife #livingmybestlife #goals #goalsetting

I have anxiety. I also have health anxiety. I worr

I have anxiety. I also have health anxiety. I worry about things I can't control, sometimes obsessively. I think every ache or pain is a death sentence and have spent a lot of time (and money) in doctor's offices insisting on a diagnosis that isn't there. Just yesterday I googled 'do I have an enlarged spleen?' despite the fact that I had two - yes two - "perfect" CT scans in June. My rational brain knows I'm most likely fine. My not so rational brain does not.

Most of the time, I cope well. I have an arsenal of tools: journaling, meditation, physical activity, breathing techniques, tapping. The beach.

But once in a while, I have a day when I just cannot. Everything feels heavy and I feel off - like nothing is okay and will never be again. On those days, I might burst into tears for no real reason or have no patience for the people in my life. I used to try to push through those days, but now I know better. Now I "tap out" and lay low. I go for a walk on the beach - the salt and sand ground me - pull from my above mentioned arsenal and go to bed early. I almost always wake up feeling 100% better.

My family didn't talk about anxiety or other mental illnesses when I was growing up. I heard the phrase "she's got bad nerves" whispered in response to someone who exhibited anxiety or depression., like it was a dirty secret. We didn't go to therapy - didn't want to air our dirty laundry, you see.

But I talk about it now. I'm open about my anxiety struggles and an advocate of therapy. I know now that my mom suffered from both depression and anxiety as well as an undiagnosed personality disorder. I know too that these things aren't taboo - they are a part of our lives that we have to take care of.

And so, on Mental Health Awareness Day, I'm talking about it. Prioritize your mental health the way you do your physical health. You are worth it.

#mentalhealth

#tbt to one of my first weightlifting meets since

#tbt to one of my first weightlifting meets since I’m writing a comedy pilot set in a gym.

#crossfit #writing #writingcommunity #amwriting #screenwriting #tvwriting #theboldlife #livingbold

Had to share this. Who would have thought the girl

Had to share this. Who would have thought the girl that took their 200th @pure_barre class 7 years ago would now be teaching at @purebarre_redondobeach? I’ve lost count of how many barre classes I’ve taken since then, and you know what? I actually like those double tubes a lot more these days. ❤️

My schedule this week:
6AM Wednesday
4:30PM Friday
10AM Saturday

First class is free!

#purebarre #barreworkout #barrebody #barrebabes #theboldlife #livingbold #losangeles #southbay #redondobeach

Had biscuits with the boss over the weekend. Anyon

Had biscuits with the boss over the weekend. Anyone else a huge @tedlassoofficial fan? The most wholesome and hilarious show on TV.

And to be clear here, by “boss” I’d like to think I mean me, but it’s really Knox who runs this household in all his 7lb yorkie glory. Griff is his second. I just work and pay all the bills.

These biscuits were super easy to make - let me know if you want the recipe!

#tedlasso #biscuitswiththeboss #coffeebreak #theboldlife #livingbold

Visiting the 9/11 Memorial and Museum just after C

Visiting the 9/11 Memorial and Museum just after Christmas in 2014 was one of the most humbling experiences of my life. It was so busy, but it was quiet. You could feel the reverence, the mourning. Aisle after aisle and wall after wall, there were reminders of what, who, was lost that day.

The museum began with news clippings and memorabilia that reminded visitors of how normal the day began. It was the first day of school for some in New York. The weather was perfect. There was an election in New York. Football season had started. Normal. So normal.

And then you watch the TODAY show anchors get news of the first plane crashing into the towers mid-interview. They think its an accident until they don't.

I had a hard time in the museum. There are little pods you can go in and hear audio from voicemails left by those who knew they weren't going to make it. The infamous "Let's roll." I couldn't listen to them, but I made myself. It felt wrong to walk out on someone's final words. So I stood there and listened. And cried. Most people did.

It's perhaps the most well-done museum I have ever visited. And quiet. So quiet.

I'll never forget the quiet rage that flooded me when I left the museum though. One of the last displays is of the men responsible for 9/11. Security footage of them at TSA. Their photos, facts about them. It still bothers me that they are immortalized in a place meant to honor the lives lost, the sacrifices made. I understand it, but I still don't like it.

Continue in the comments.

#neverforget #911memorial #911

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