My story
So… who am I?
Honestly, I'm still figuring that out.
I grew up Mormon. Mission, BYU, marriage, career, kid. Then I left the church, my dad died, my marriage ended, and underneath all of it was a question I had never learned to ask.
What do I actually want?
Not what should I want. Not what would make somebody else happy, or make me look like a good person. What do I want? That question has taken me through breathwork, meditation, psychology, spirituality, grief, shame, and all the weird ways we learn to leave ourselves. I've also tried a few things I probably wouldn't recommend to everyone. 😂
Slowly I've gotten better at something that matters more than having answers: I can hear myself now. I notice when I'm earning approval, when I'm should-ing myself, when shame is running the show. And instead of immediately trying to fix myself, I get curious.
Being a dad is the part I didn't see coming. My kid doesn't care how capable I am or how much I can carry. They notice whether I'm actually here, which is a harder standard than any job ever set me, and a much better one.
So if you're in one of those seasons where the life you've been living doesn't quite fit any more, maybe we should talk. You don't have to have it figured out first. I certainly didn't.