For many people, the birth of a baby is one of the most symbolic moments in their lives. Although I can honestly say that I’ve never felt the urge to bring a human baby into the world, I can understand why it is such a pivotal moment for so many others.
Over the years though, I’ve come to realize that birthing a life-force from inside our own being is not always tied to a biological event.
Since I was a young girl, I’ve known that I wanted to be a writer. Like so many others however, I blocked myself with fear. What if nobody cares about what I have to say? What if nobody likes my writing? What if I’m just another starving artist struggling to make ends meet?
In a world where acceptance, “practicality”, and material success stifles our spirits from early on, it’s no wonder that so few of us choose to live out our dreams. Culturally, we’re conditioned to believe that our voices don’t matter.
It wasn’t until the gut-wrenching death of my mother in 2010, that I was snapped into a reality that altered the course of my life. Her untimely death made me realize—on a deep physiological level—the utter brevity of life. It was this realization that pushed me beyond all comfort zones and inspired me to live more fully now. No more excuses. No more waiting. No more playing small. Time was of the essence. It was time to unleash the unhindered voice of my soul.
For the next few years, I embarked on a journey of healing and inner exploration to help me make sense of the loss, the pain, and also to discover more of who I really am. It’s been an incredible ride that has been humbling, inspiring, and empowering.
I’ve since realized that the inner journey never ends, and when we say yes to ourselves, magic happens. In my own life, this meant plugging in to my passion, my purpose, my voice, and my deepest core needs for bettering the world. The path that presented itself has included: a podcast, speaking, and … writing.
My writing began in earnest with my first blog post in the summer of 2013. I remember it clearly, the wave of self doubt and the fears that surfaced when I finally pressed the publish button. There was no more hiding. I was out there now. A voice to be read, to be heard … a voice who finally believed that her message mattered. My “what if’s” changed. What if my writing makes a difference? What if my words inspire healing, compassion, and kindness? What if my words inspire critical thought that makes for a better world?
What if, all along, nothing else has ever really mattered except for the fact that I finally said yes to my voice … to my Self?
I began blogging more regularly, writing about kindness, unity, compassion, and living a life aligned with love for animals, the natural world, and for our own core selves. I wrote about love, passion, life, truth, simplicity, and connection.
I claimed the author within.
Shortly after my blogging journey began, I created the Unplug podcast. The life-force within became more and more activated and needed more expansive avenues for expression. I realized that my voice mattered, not just for myself, but for so many others who were feeling isolated and alone in a world devoid of love, truth, and compassion.
I started taking my voice and my message more seriously. I began writing, and writing, and writing… I felt like I was writing for my life—for all of the years that I silenced my soul. My mothers death became the catalyst for a more expansive me to emerge. I knew that she never wanted me to play small, so in honor of the gift of life that she gave to me I decided to live—really live!
I asked myself what kind of legacy I wanted to leave, and the answer came to me in one word: compassion. I want for my last exhale to be one of gratitude for living the fullness of my own compassion, which in turn inspires the same in those I touch along the way.
For the past two and a half years, I’ve been diligently working on my first book (and have been sidetracked by many more along the way). It’s been a tumultuous journey that would not have been possible without the loving support of my amazing partner, Deb Gleason. She’s been my rock throughout. There have been many lean times along the way where we’ve worried about making rent and bill payments, but our combined conviction and belief in my vision and have held strong. I’m hungry for a new world that is based on the foundation of compassion, and I will stop at nothing to make it happen … even if it means eating white pasta and tomato sauce for weeks on end.
I am so pleased to finally announce, that after two and a half years of labor (and a lifetime of dreaming), my baby has finally been birthed into the world!
Unplug: 26 People Share How They Recharge and Reconnect to Passion, Presence, and Purpose is finally available on Amazon, Kobo, and iBooks. It’s currently available for digital pre-order and on January 18, the print version will also be released!
This a pivotal time for me in so many ways. January 28 marks 6 years since my mothers untimely departure. I considered releasing the book on that day, but it didn’t feel right. So January 18 it is.
I wrote this book to honor my mother, my soul, and most of all, to honor life. My love for this beautiful planet, for animals, and for life trumps all else. This is a book that is meant to inspire, empower, and heal. Preliminary reviews have brought me to tears—in the best kind of way.
Six years ago, catalyzed by a loss, my life was turned upside down, never to be the same.
Six years later, catalyzed by a powerful inward journey of healing and self exploration, my life has expanded in ways that I once only dreamed of.
I can now lay claim to the moniker I fearfully shunned for far too long.
I AM AN AUTHOR!
Please help me welcome my beautiful new, compassion inspiring baby, Unplug, into the world. She was birthed into the world to transform it. I know that she will deliver in spades!
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