Last night, Paul and I went to Red Lobster. For years, that was our place. First date.Proposal. After we got married. When we found out I was pregnant. New jobs. New opportunities. Big life moments. If something mattered, we celebrated there. Walking through those doors used to feel like stepping into the beginning of our story. But last night was different. The service was off. The energy felt flat.The spark just wasn’t there. And then I noticed something even more important

Some people think hope is soft. Like it’s a fragile thing you reach for when life gets hard. But I’ve come to believe something different. Hope is not weakness. Hope is strength in its earliest form. Because when someone has been carrying emotional weight for a long time; disappointment, regret, self-doubt, heartbreak, and stress... hope is often the very first sign that healing has already started. Not because everything is perfect… But because something inside them is still

I was working in the kitchen tonight when my five-year-old grandson wandered in and asked me a simple question: “G'Leigh, have you been working all day?” I told him yes. He paused, then asked what I had been doing. I explained my work the best way you explain a life’s calling to a five-year-old. Then he asked the question that mattered most: “Do you like it?” I didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” I said. “I love it.” He nodded, satisfied. Then he shared his plan for life. “When I grow up

There’s a simple story I love, and I recently shared it with a client who’s in the process of growing her business. If you want butterflies in your backyard, what do you do? Do you chase them? Try to catch them? Stand outside flailing your arms and yelling, “COME BACK, I’M READY NOW!” ? Of course not. You make your yard a place butterflies want to visit. You plant the flowers that nourish them. You create space. You tend the soil. You allow the environment to become inviting.

She walked in already exhausted. Not because she’d done too much…but because she thought  she had to. Her mind was full of lists, things to fix, habits to change, emotions to untangle, pieces of life that felt broken or behind schedule. The fear underneath it all was quiet, but heavy: What if this is too much? What if I can’t do all of this? What if I’m already too late? She hadn’t even started, and she was already tired. And that’s where so many people begin. The Weight of “

I was cooking pasta the other night, nothing fancy, just water, heat, and time. As I dropped the noodles into the pot, I noticed myself doing something different than I used to. I didn’t snap them in half.I didn’t rush them under the water. I just let them soften, bend, and slowly sink on their own.   And somewhere between stirring and waiting, it hit me. I rushed through so much of my life when I was younger. I rushed conversations. I rushed decisions. I rushed relationships

This might surprise you, but feeling a sense of dread when things are going well  is more common than most people realize. You finally get good news. You make p rogress. You step into an opportunity you’ve worked hard for. And then… something feels off. A subtle tightness.A heaviness.A quiet voice that says, “Don’t get too comfortable.” If you’ve ever experienced this, I want you to know something important: There is nothing wrong with you. Success Is a Change, and Change Wa

This time of year has a way of inviting reflection. Not the kind that turns into self-judgment or a mental highlight reel of what didn’t get done…But the quieter, more meaningful kind. The kind where you suddenly notice: I’m not who I was. And something about that feels grounding instead of unsettling. So often we move through life focused on what’s next that we forget to acknowledge what has already shifted. The internal changes. The moments where you chose differently. The

We’ve all had those seasons where everything seems to go wrong at the exact same time. The job shifts. The relationship cracks. The finances wobble. The emotions… well, they stage their own little mutiny. It’s easy to look at all of it and think, “Great. Everything’s falling apart.” But what if it’s not? What if this is actually the sound of your life coming together ? I know, it doesn’t always arrive in a pretty box with a bow. Growth rarely does. Sometimes the universe deli

Life has a funny way of throwing us curveballs. Sometimes, they’re gentle lobs we can easily catch. Other times, they’re fast pitches that knock the wind out of us, leaving us feeling breathless, broken, and unsure of which way is up. I recently sat with a client, let's call her Sarah, who was navigating one of those powerful curveballs. After 30 years of marriage, she discovered her husband had been unfaithful for much of their shared life. The revelation, while perhaps not

Today, I sat across from a client whose world felt like it was dissolving. You know the feeling: that crushing weight when everything  seems to be going wrong at once. Her long-term relationship felt disconnected  and strained. Her career path, which once brought her so much pride, felt like it was going down the drain . The fear of running out of money  was a constant, icy grip around her heart. She was exhausted, overwhelmed, and convinced she was failing. She saw a series

This morning, a client sat across from me, and the air around her was thick with fear . The current state of our world, the news headlines, the political divide, and the sheer uncertainty had her trapped. She was sitting smack-dab in the middle of it, paralyzed by worry. It's a familiar feeling, isn't it? That deep-seated anxiety about the future, about safety, about how we're all going to get through this. But here’s the thing about fear: while it's a very real emotion, it'

Have you ever noticed how life has a way of calling you back to yourself? Sometimes it happens in whispers, a small nudge, a quiet knowing. Other times, it feels like the universe throws open a door and says, “Now. It’s your time.” There comes a point in every woman’s life when she realizes…she’s been the wayfinder all along. She’s navigated storms, reinvented herself, created moments of magic out of uncertainty, often without realizing that the compass she was searching for

There comes a moment when the old stories stop fitting. The version of you who had to wait her turn, play small, or put herself last, as...

Yesterday, I attended a celebration of life for the mother of a dear friend. I loved this woman. She was compassionate, loving, generous,...

You know that little voice that whispers when life feels uncertain? What if this doesn’t work out? What if I’m not enough? Fear loves a...