Or the story of how I hosted the chillest Thanksgiving ever.

Cosmic Smashbooking unlocked this beautiful new awareness…the connection between clearing clutter and releasing anger, resentment, and grudges to open up to flow.

The text message read: ‘Bring a candle! It smells like socks.’

But as I arrived at the B&B, 12 hours later than I’d planned and 1000 times more exhausted, I didn’t care about the smell. My head hit the pillow and I slept for three hours.

I have been raging. And also, not raging. And I am becoming acutely aware that I have rage inside of me that requires a safe place to be expressed. If you do too, I am ready to share a tool I use.

I am hearing some of you say that you are having a really hard time right now. That maintaining your space feels like a luxury that you don't even have access to because everything else is just too much. I feel you...oh, so deeply!

Do you ever question yourself? Even in areas that you know that you have a high level of skill or knowledge, experience or ability. If so, this is for you.

This beautiful scene in front of me combines with the peaceful quiet of the library itself…this environment nourishes me and, as such, I am able to feel myself in my body, access my own attention, and come to you here with my thoughts.

Today, I want to chat with you a little bit about sovereignty because the concept of sovereignty is one of the primary building blocks of reclaiming your space (not to mention your life).

I have been thinking about what keeps me connected to my center and I realized that it is often as simple as coming back to these basic questions.

A few months ago, I set this photo as my profile picture and received all kinds of attention, including someone who just said ‘Thank you so much for posting this!’ I acknowledged the thanks but I didn’t fully understand until a close friend pointed out what I couldn’t see.

Tending to my body does not come naturally to me. Since I was a little kid, I was always on the go, always wanting to learn or create or do the next thing. Why would I waste time on something as fruitless as a shower? These aren’t judgements - rather a space I felt was completely inaccessible to me.

Twenty years ago today, I was baptized in the Christian church that I had grown up in. I stayed connected to that church consistently and intentionally for the first 25 years of my life. Deconstruction of my faith into a more essential form that aligns with my own experience of Love and the Divine has been one of my most essential reclaimings.

Our stories are so intertwined with the stories of the other people in our lives, so how do we claim our own while still honoring the sovereignty that others have over theirs?

About two years ago, I began to feel that my last name didn’t fit me anymore. Here’s the story of how I chose a new one. May this powerful and personal reclamation story inspire you in whichever area of life you desire a new level of self-expression.

Many of my clients come to Reclaim Your Space feeling defeated. They have nearly given up hope of creating a home that feels good to them, that really expresses their personality or the things they love and value.

I believe you are here for a reason.

I believe that you have everything it takes to create the home and the life that is calling you.

If you've been with me for a while, you know that one of the most important things that I teach is pausing to celebrate how far we've come. And today, I just want to share a little bit more about my own story of how far I've come since opening up the Reclaim Your Space community.

This has been an interesting week already and if you’re feeling low, discouraged, or disheartened because the energy of the work that you started last week seems to have paused or slowed down, you are not alone.