I love to get lost. To get lost in thought. To get lost in intentional conversation. To lose track of time in creative and meditative activities. Painting. Mala making. Coloring. Writing. To lose myself in physical activities. Yoga. Walking. Kayaking. Dancing. Bicycling. Hiking. Backpacking. Traveling. To lose the box that I create around my expectations and create my own rules. Through getting lost, I find myself.
Why do I love what I do?
I get to ask the tough questions. The ones that uncover reality vs. the story that plays on repeat in our minds. I get to help eliminate excuses. The obstacles that hold us back from going toward what we really want. I get to go behind the scenes. The place where depth and understanding reside. I get to navigate toward curiosity. The collaboration between non-judgment and compassion. I get to witness liberation. The heightened vibration of making a unique set of rules made by you, for you.