I am a recovering perfectionist, productivity chaser, and people pleaser, coaching women to disrupt old thought patterns, let go of behaviors that keep them stuck, and make their joy an everyday priority.
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Guten Tag, Reader, âI am so glad summer is almost over and I can come back to my routines,â said one of my clients this week. âI never want summer to end. It feels so much freer than the other seasons,â lamented another. Some people find summer too hot; others consider its days too long. Some canât wait for pumpkin spice everything; others are grieving the loss of daylight. Personally, I relate to all of these views. (Well, except the pumpkin spice and daylight obsessions.)
Summer means missing and dreading my routines.Whenever I got into somewhat of a morning routine these last three months â BOOM! Another river trip, visitor, getaway⊠And while I miss my regular hours and flows, it has been good not to be shackled to them. Whatever your feelings about summer and fall, the equinox is an invitation for discernment:
Nature is quite generous, giving us a full three months to transition between warm and cold, light and dark, yang and yin, expand and contract, grow and restore. Culture, on the other hand, hardly acknowledges the need for such a passage (unless there is money to be made, of course; see the pumpkin spice everythingâŠ). Culture has tried to erase specific seasonal needs and desires from our bodies. Would we crave more daylight if we werenât expected to be equally productive in winter as in summer? Women, especially, have been socialized to ignore and undermine their animal bodies. Thatâs why the fall adventure of the Midlife Wilderness Expeditions will tune into the transition frequency of the body. We will explore what our bodies need and practice saying yes to those needs. We will sort through summerâs growth and be intentional about what we want to bring into the fall: habits, thoughts, emotions, projects, maybe even people⊠We will focus on getting the best nourishment from that harvest to build the energy reserves we need for winter. âRegistration is now open. Please feel free to email me with any questions or concerns. Or book an absolutely obligation-free meet-the-coach call. I will see you back here in two weeks. If you liked this letter, please forward it to a friend. Always on your side, truly, p.s. If you got something from today's letter, why not buy me a coffee? In real life, or you can leave me a tip here. p.p.s.: If you want more of me than a letter every other week, you might enjoy hanging out with me on social media: |
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I am a recovering perfectionist, productivity chaser, and people pleaser, coaching women to disrupt old thought patterns, let go of behaviors that keep them stuck, and make their joy an everyday priority.
Guten Tag, Reader, It was still dark. Still cool. The rising sun threw only the slightest glimmer onto the very tops of the canyon walls. Soon, it would be bright. Warm. Hot probably. But not yet. Right then, all movement on the beach was guided by headlamps. The women were still wearing that extra layer as they broke down camp for the last time on this adventure. They moved with skill, strength, and grit. Unexperienced strangers just a week ago, they had bonded into a tight team of confident...
Guten Tag, Reader, âI did not know clouds could do that,â I thought, lying on my back, staring at the surprisingly warm May morning as it dramatically unfolded across the sky. Clouds in a higher layer, shaped like a Hogwarts staircase, moved one way, while their relatives in a lower layer, shaped like a bowl of apples, moved another. Had I stuck with studying physics, I might have been able to name and explain this phenomenon. Luckily, I didnât, so I could fully experience it instead. These...
Guten Tag, Reader, You know the sound of a bird banging against a window. Maybe youâve even had to help out (or bury) a bird who mistook glass for air. Mostly a benign magicâinvisible wallsâyet dangerous for the uninitiated. When my friends and I heard the sound yesterday, we were outside while the bird was inside the house. Such a human concept, inside/outside. I am currently at a friendâs farmhouse in Northeastern Germany, the Wendland. She lives alone in a 170-year-old farmhouse. The old...