I’m only bored when I’ve plateaued.


It’s that time of year where I’m feeling the anticipation of a new season. The end of August and early September has always felt like the beginning of a new year. It’s all those years of being in school. Gathering supplies, new school clothes and books. It’s time to prepare for a new cycle of growth and learning.

A couple of weeks ago, I was hit with this strong feeling of being bored. Bored with myself, what I know, and frankly, calling myself out on my bullshit or limiting beliefs. I’m not regularly bored. I’m only bored when I’ve plateaued. This place previously once offered something new and exciting. It was satisfying. Not so much anymore. So, what did I do?

I started to look at this latest place in my life. I took an inventory of what used to be thrilling and asked what would feel like the “next level” for me. My body responded very clearly with an answer and my mind immediately started yapping all the reasons why I wasn’t ready for it. Typical.

I listened. I agreed. I sat and lived in feeling into not being ready…
“You’ve never done this before.”
“You still have to research and write.”
“What you’re doing is enough.”
All true to some extent.

Until...I reflected on all the evidence and counterpoints.

“Up until 2.5 years ago, I never taught a movement class. In that time I’ve taught hundreds of women.”
“I have lived my work. This isn’t theory. All the information is there in my journal pages and documents created. Plus, I know I’ll get some intuitive download when I need it - this happens all the time.”
“When I seek to learn more, everyone wins.”
Sorry, mind...you may have won this argument for a moment, but I’m ready. I’ve moved this through my body. There is a lot of evidence stacked up in my favor.  (I also know this is what I do. This is just a part of my pattern of expressing and creating.)
My next level is to share and guide others how to identify their pattern of expression to live more aligned in their authentic truth. To trust themselves and what they inherently know. The key is in your body, your awareness and your desire to cultivate this relationship of embodiment. Integrating your emotions and your mind. Integrating your head and your body. Integrating the feminine and the masculine.
In this “new year”, it’s not just reaching a new grade level. I’ve been a good student over the years and will continue to be. Now, it’s time to more fully step into showing up in this life classroom as a teacher, healer, guide. Lesson plans are being created. Homework assignments are lining up to support the lessons. This teacher is prepping. Are my students ready?
I’m curious...how do you know when you’ve plateaued? What does it look and feel like? What do you do about it? Also, are you feeling the call for a new level? I know I’m not the only one...talk to me. :)

In ease and flow,
p.s. Feel into your next level register for this next class with me on Thursday, August 31st.

Bed-embodiment & Invitation

Summer Greetings!

I know it’s been a few months. I’ve been hibernating and healing. Not exactly the highest rated summer activity (hibernating) when the weather is warm and beautiful - the healing part I don’t think you can actually “plan”. Even the form in which healing takes place can vary as one never knows what will do the “trick”. In the end, I think one possible solution serves the next thing you might try.
Anyway, back to what’s going on. I’ve spent most of the summer evaluating and re-evaluating what’s working, what feels good in my body and (definitely what doesn’t) and the ways I can expand and grow. A mid-2017 review. I’ll be sharing my findings as the summer starts to transition into my favorite season, fall.

One of my recent findings that I will share proves to me (once again) the “Case for Embodiment”. The Case for Embodiment is a series that I will be starting to share real and true stories that demonstrate the benefits and magic of an aligned, embodied life. It will include ideas and tips for how you can dabble in embodiment. Enjoy!
Case for Embodiment: Bed Hopping
First, let’s start with the current status of this story which is an invitation to an event that I’m co-hosting with my dear friend, Karla Lightfoot, on Wednesday, August 16th at 7pm at Hästens (see image for details and RSVP link to Facebook event page). At face value, it may seem like a fun event where you’ll experience a meditation (or hypno-tation) and movement, right? I think the backstory makes this event even sweeter and magical.
In November 2016, I was having lunch with Karla at a restaurant in Chelsea. As she and I tend to do afterwards, we meander on the way to our next destination. While walking and looking around, we noticed this brightly lit store that looked like they were selling beds. At the time I’d seen another location and had heard of Hastens, but didn’t know very much. We were looking at the window display and I suggested we go in. I definitely wasn’t looking for a bed and neither was she, but it could be fun to go look and see what the big deal is...they’ve been around since 1852 (it’s on their logo - they must know what they are doing).
We walk into the store and shared that we just wanted to check it out. The salesman was friendly and welcomed us to come in to try out the beds. He shared the history of the company, explained the materials and construction all while we would lay on the various models. About 30-40 minutes later (at least), Karla and I found ourselves unable to get out of their high-end model. I could have easily napped and spent the night. That’s all I will say. I’ll let you have your own experience. We spent about an hour in there. Since then, I’ve desired one of their beds (there are two models specifically).
Fast forward to last week (July 2017). I’m at lunch with Karla and our friend, Alexandra, just down the street from Hastens. We share our story from last Fall and I insist she have the experience after lunch. So, we go…
I walk in first telling them my friend must try their bed and we've been in here once before. Karla recognizes a woman who works there so I head to the showroom like I work there.
I tell Alexandra to get in the bed and the Store Manager (didn’t know this initially) asks if I want a job. HA! Alexandra is in heaven laying there. The Manager shares the company background as we head back to the front of the store.
The five of us are talking as women do and the conversations shifts to sharing they often do events. We’re familiar with these people and groups mentioned. Next thing you know, cards are exchanged and we’re talking about having an event at their space. Dates are being thrown around, phones are out to check calendars, and an event name all gets sorted out in a matter of minutes. MINUTES. Not days. Not weeks.

Just like that.

The image of us used to promote the event? We came back a few days later to take it. This is the SAME bed you couldn’t get us out of in November 2016.
You can’t make this up. This is just one of many stories or cases.
So, how can you take this story and create your own version?

  • Wing-woman/man. Invite a friend to try something new that’s new for the BOTH of you. I don’t know if I would have gone into the store by myself and had nearly as much fun as I did the first AND second time.  We were both/all game to explore and play.
  • Be present and in the moment. Ask yourself what would feel good to your body now? What does it need now? Honor it.
  • No expectations. I wasn’t going to buy a bed and didn’t know what would happen if we went inside. The second time, I didn’t go into the store thinking, “I’m going have an event here”. I just wanted my friend to experience some possible unexpected pleasure in her day. In return, Karla and I finally get to fulfill a mutual desire we’ve had for years to do something together.

Let me know how this works for you and/or if you’ve got a similar story you’d like to share with me. Comment below.

I hope you’ll join us in bed on August 16th!

In ease and flow,

Welcome Live Embodied Celebrations!


Have you ever had an inspired idea born out of your own desire and/or because someone else had a desire and you just happened to have a solution? Did you share the solution and they were game to implement it? What happened?

Over two years ago, a friend had expressed a desire to do something fun and different to celebrate her birthday. At the time, I had only been teaching for only a few weeks and I offered to gift her a special class. I didn't tell her much about what I had planned, I just KNEW that it was going to be a much more sensual, sexy and playful class because everyone that would be there already knew each other.

In that space, there's a different level of freedom and permission that is a catalyst for magic and deeper connection within each woman and each other. 

Celebrations are a bit like Vegas..."what happens in the Celebrations, stays in the Celebrations." So, what can I share from that Celebration or from the many others after it?

Hmmm...witnessing ecstatic love and beauty in each woman, unabashed playfulness, and the giving and receiving of love. It's an unforgettable experience that I've seen women give to themselves and each other. It consistently shows up in some form EVERY time. How we get there? I never know the exact details ahead of time, but what I do know is when I get to open and hold that space for women to get in their bodies the magic of love penetrates, heals and takes everyone higher. Everyone feels loved and celebrated.

It's two years in the making.

There's a part of me that can't believe I'm officially finally sharing this with the world and there's another part that is ready. It's a reminder that everything has it's time. When it's ready, it's ready. 

You may have seen my posts on social media or heard me mention them in my classes or might have heard other women talk about it. I realized this morning that I equate this offering as a precious jewel that I "keep in the back" and that my clients who've heard or know ask for it. So, what is it exactly?

Do you want to be a:

Come read all about it here.

I'm giving a 10% discount off the first 10 ladies who book a Live Embodied Celebration by May 18th!

I hope you love her as much as I do!

Always love,

Blooming Spring

Tomorrow is the Spring Equinox. Meaning there is an equal length of time for night and day as we move from winter into spring. From darkness into light. From death to birth/creation.

I don’t know how your winter has been, but mine has definitely had some dark moments. There’s been plenty of hibernation, spending time in doors and often alone. Initially, I felt like something was wrong with me until I realized the season. It’s a SEASON of staying in to rest and reflect - and it doesn’t last forever. There is a fear that if I allow myself to feel it that it will indeed LAST FOREVER. We all know it doesn’t, but it comes up anyway, right?

I’ve been itching for Spring to get here. To finally shed the physical layers that I’ve been using to keep warm. The winter coat has been nice, but I’m really ready to get rid of it. In a spiritual sense, I’m realizing that I’m really ready to let go of some those walls and stories that I’ve been sitting or hibernating in this past winter. Can you relate? Let's chat about it. 

With Spring near or here, I’m really ready for my own flowers to bloom. I’m ready for all those seeds of desire that I’ve planted before winter to arrive and beautifully add color into my life. I’m ready to wear lighter and brighter clothing that match how I feel on the inside.

What are you ready to experience in Spring?

In my Live Embodied class last Sunday, I had the choice of keeping the class open or canceling it because of the low registration. I checked in with my body and it was clear canceling it was not right. I’m so glad that I continued with the class. I had the honor of witnessing these women embody their winter and move into spring. I swear it was like watching the best kind of movie that has all the heartfelt highs and lows that one would hope to see in a storyline that sticks with you long after. 

I walked away with the reminder that we all need a container to explore, feel and embody our truth. I know these women will take their experience out into the world and be better for it. I will be better for knowing and owning my place and purpose - it’s to create sacred space to guide women into a deeper part of themselves and to embody their truth, essence.

To encourage your unfolding and blooming in this Spring season, I’ve created a Live Embodied Playlist to inspire your movement and life. Just select the image below.

Also, if you’re looking to be guided in the experience of embodying the transition from winter to spring, come join me on Friday, March 24th from 6:30-8:30. (The music will be very different than the playlist below). Register here.

To blooming in your own perfect timing,


"The Universe conspires in helping you"

The big question is whether you are going to be able to say a hearty yes to your adventure. 
— Joseph Campbell

A year ago, I returned to NYC to attend a friend's surprise birthday dinner. I agreed to receiving the gifted round trip ticket a couple of weeks prior. The intention was to only stay for 11 days and come back to NYC in a few weeks to lead a Live Embodied Celebration. 

After a few days of being in NYC, another friend asked if I HAD to go back since I'd have to fly back anyway. I checked my calendar and said, "Not really." I wanted to stay in NYC, but didn't know how to go about it. 

That night I was on Facebook and happened to see a friend post that she was looking for a dog and house sitter. The dates not only coincided with the dates I needed but a few days more. Could not believe it. I reached out to her and soon my eleven day trip soon became a month long stay. I even let go of figuring out a return date back to California. It didn't feel right and decided to trust what's ahead. 

One of my favorite quotes from The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho is "...when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you achieve it".  

No kidding. Don't believe me? 

All the places I stayed in NYC (March 2016-2017)

This chart is a representation of where I stayed in the last year. The "how" has been an unimaginable journey. I seriously couldn't have planned all of the wonderful and magical things that have transpired - and all of the dark depths I traveled to within myself. Perhaps, one day I'll share the juicy details in my book. For now, here are a few of my insights about finding a "hearty yes to your adventure". 

Practice with a little "yes". Dip your toes in a little adventure of something outside of your comfort zone. Perhaps, something you've always wanted to do. Take a baby step, but do so in a way that makes you still feel stable and balanced. As much as it may appear that I may be jumping all into something, what you may not see is that I've been practicing and leading up to it so that I can more confidently go for the bigger "YES!" Find your baby steps. 

Ask for help. In our culture, there's a lot of shame around asking for help. We value independence. What I've learned is that people want to help, they just don't know how to help. People will step up to help in a way they can, but the important part of the equation is communicating how you can be helped. Not always an easy action step. I'm getting better and still learning. I started with people I felt comfortable asking. 

Be open. In any adventure, we don't always know where the road may take you, who you will meet and what you'll learn. Being open to receiving allows  not only the little things, but the big things. And if you want those big things, better get used to receiving the little things. It's all preparation. 

While not an exhaustive list, it's a good place to start to learn to embody your authentic life adventure. 

I'd love to learn about your unexpected adventures and the tips you'd give. It's one of my favorite topics of conversation as there's often so much resonance and realization we're not alone in our experiences. Please, share them with me. 



About 2016

I can't believe there are only a few days left of 2016!!! I don't know about you, but I've never been more ready for 2016 to be over. The other day I was walking in New York City and I came across this sign, "It's been emotional." No kidding. 

Now, I'm all for feeling my emotions, but this past year I was shown a whole new level of emotions and getting to feel. There were so many times I didn't think I could handle anymore pain, but I made it through every time. Each time I found myself thinking I wanted to give up on my dreams because it was too difficult, I remembered the last "battle" I experienced AND survived. I knew from experience there was no getting around it, creating a bridge, or stuffing it back down. Only way through it is to feel it. 

A few weeks ago, I finally visited the Rubin Museum in NYC. Many friends had shared that I would like it so after all of these years I went. It was a beautiful place, but it wasn't until the end of my visit when I was browsing through the shop that I realized why I was there. I came across a book about Shambhala (I knew nothing). The premise of their teachings is "there is basic human wisdom that can solve the world's problems...wisdom doesn't belong to one culture or religion...it's a tradition of human warriorship." In Tibetan context, warriorship means "one who is brave" and the first principle is not being afraid of yourself. Fascinating. 

The more I read about it, the more I found some interesting parallels between my own journey and Live Embodied. I also recalled during my classes I often ask women to be like warriors courageously diving into the unknown, new, and often scary places of feeling within themselves. To not be afraid of themselves. What they discover during and after is a deeper knowing of themselves and their needs. Many often leave walking taller and looking years younger! 

While 2016 didn't feel like the easiest year, I think it's safe to assume we all know ourselves in bigger and better ways. We can move into 2017 with more confidence of what we can handle, be open to receiving and embody our truth more than the year before. That's some pretty good progress, I'll take it!

Wishing you the best New Year's Eve celebration! I can't wait to see you in 2017. 

Always love,
Ninna Amora

"Your stand for being embodied"


This morning I received this message from a woman who is a friend and has witnessed over the last couple of years my growth and evolution into becoming a woman who is embodied.  

While I may know deep down this is my gift and purpose in the world to guide women, I often still have my moments where I question and doubt what I'm doing. I waver. I consider giving it up and then I get a message like this as a reminder that I must keep trusting and standing in what I know is true for me.

I've had my own share of sleepless nights and know for sure the peace and gratitude that comes with finally getting to sleep. 

We really don't know who is watching or reading what you're doing. An impact no matter how big or small can be made.❤️

Hindsight is 20/20

You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something – your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. Because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart even when it leads you off the well worn path; and that will make all the difference.
— Steve Jobs

A couple of years ago, I put an offering into the world and shortly took it down because it just wasn’t really resonating with anyone. Up to that point, I was seeing a lot of the connections in my life and already gaining a lot of insight. I wanted to help others find the magic in their own lives. In retrospect, I see it was really pre-mature and the idea need to grow. More like, I had to grow. In the last two years alone, I can definitely see why I had to wait as there was so much more life I had to live and document. 

This is my Path of Yes. That lower half is just this year alone. You can view the bigger version on selecting the image.

To be honest creating it for myself, it’s been a challenge to remember and not censor too much. I knew for others to get it, I had to be vulnerable. How many times do I need to remind myself how many low points I had along the way? I know before (and sometimes after) many of those major moments, there were some dark moments of releasing, surrender, faith and trust in myself and something bigger. How much detail do I need to capture? It’s a dance on capturing meaningful moments. 

What matters the most is my experience and what this path means to me. This chart alone took me a good 6-7 hours to create because my memory isn’t the best and I had to refer to a few resources (my calendar, journal and social media). 

The other day I hit the 6-month mark of being in NYC. I was only supposed to visit for 11 days! I desired to stay and invitations to stay continued to arrive. When I look at the Path to see all of the times I said, “YES!” I’m reminded that a majority of those experiences wouldn’t have happened. When I look at this evolving path of my life, I see:

  • How expansive and connected life can feel. In this year alone, I had no idea any of this would happen. When I look further back, I see a lot of it was setting me up for the life I’m living now and the one that I desire. 
  • Trust & surrender. I’ve really exercised flexing this trusting muscle and surrendering into what FELT right for me. In time, I would learn that I would be exactly where I needed to be. There have been so many moments where I stayed somewhere and something magical and/or healing would happen for the other or me. 
  • Presence. Looking at my future and trying to make plans would often just stress me out. Just too many questions to answer and variables I didn’t want to think about. The least stressful place? The moment. Being present. Breathing and asking myself what I needed or wanted. When I followed that, I got what I needed and ended up where I needed to be. I’ve learned to make and keep plans that felt good with leaving some room for the magic.
  • Dark times are just like passing storms. Oh how I’ve loved to learn and often own my hate of painful times. I will dive in there head first and move through the messiness of it all - even when I resist. I get to see what I’m made of and know the only way to the other side of it is through it. I know it’s cliche, but if you want the rainbows, you’ve got to put up with the storms. There is so much pleasure inhaling the scent of fresh air after it’s passed. All feels clean and clear. The clarity and passion that come from these moments are the best! 
  • I’m one courageous b*tch! Taking an unpaved path takes some serious courage. It is not for the faint of heart. It often feels like I’m standing out from a crowd. I may not be the first to jump out of planes, but I will be brave in jumping into the inner work of who I am. 
  • You can’t do this alone. I repeat. You can’t do this alone. For a very long time, I thought a sign of success was being able to say, “Look what I did. I did this on my own. I did it. See, I didn’t need a lot of help.” If someone offered, more often than not I declined their assistance. After losing my job and refusing to settle in my life again, I’ve had to lean into receiving help. Is there shame accepting help? Not as badly as before. I’m getting better at it.  Seriously, this point alone would require a separate post to do it any justice. I am so grateful for every single person who offered their assistance in any form. And there have been many.
  • A stronger receiving muscle. If I want to prepare to receive my bigger desires, I better start receiving these “smaller” manifestations of my desires. My favorite analogy that I like to use is going to the gym and preparing to strengthen our bodies. We don’t go into the gym planning to lift the 100lb weight on the first or second day. We’re going to hurt ourselves! Am I a better receiver than I was years ago? YUP! And do I receive bigger things now? You bet. I’m better prepared to receive that 100lb desire. 

These are just some of my initial realizations when I look back on my own Path of Yes. I’m sure there will be more insight to gain as I remember and add to it. I personally believe it’s one of the most insightful tools I’ve created because when I think I can’t stretch or expand anymore, I’m reminded that I’ve done it before. Many, many times before….and I’m wiser for it. 

Always love,
Ninna Amora

P.S. The Path of Yes is a major component of Live Embodied and is included in the 6-month journey offering. For a limited time, if you would like to create one with me, you can purchase and block your time here.

P.P.S I'm looking for a couple with a great "how we met" story who wouldn't mind creating their Path of Love chart with me. The chart will be created for free in exchange for using it to market and promote this new couples service. You will be interviewed at the same time by me. I LOVE and am inspired by a good "how we met" story...it's gives the single people, like myself, something to look forward to. Please email me (ninna@ninnaamora.com) with subject "Path of Love" couple. 

Movement is Medicine

Sometimes using words just doesn't do it for me when I'm feeling emotional. Many times there just aren't any words for me to say. In the last few years, I've learned one of the best ways to get myself through it is to feel it and let it move through my body as I feel my way to the other side. Today, there were tears. I could share the reason why I was in an emotional place, but I believe we don't have to have a reason to feel and/or cry. The reason is not up for judgment or debate. There's such a negative stigma around emotions and tears as a sign of weakness. In fact, I believe there's a beauty, strength and truth in the vulnerability and intimacy when someone gifts you with their tears.

In my privates and classes, women often cry. No judgements and only unconditional love in the space we create together. It doesn't matter if the cries are loud or soft, we all need a place to release and feel. Time and time again, I've witnessed women afraid to go "there" in fear that they "will never get out of it". Trust me, we do get out of it and it's never as long as you think it will be - even though it feels like a lifetime when you're in it.

Today, the tears were only on and off for a couple of songs. Eventually, I soon found my way to that sweet spot of knowing I soothed my heart and soul.

Choices: Sweet 16

Sixteen years ago I flew from San Francisco to Newark, NJ. I made the choice nearly a month before to move and was experiencing the action of that decision. It’s so easy to judge or question where to find the evidence or proof that we are making the right choice, when we made the initial choice purely from what feels right. Hindsight is 20/20 and filled with so much wisdom. 

When I look back and remember how I was feeling when I made that initial choice to move, I’m filled with the same feeling 16 years later (more on this later). Back then (and like now), it started with a whisper, a calling or knowing.  

In July 2001, I heard, felt, or had the thought “move to NYC.” In all my life, I’ve never had a desire to move there. Seven months prior over the Christmas and New Year holidays, I visited NYC. I didn’t LOVE it and I didn’t HATE it. It was alright. It was cold. It was fun while it lasted and I could see the appeal.

Anyway, a few days after receiving that idea to move, I was at home looking through the Sunday paper. I always enjoyed reading my weekly horoscope, playing my favorite find the differences between the two comic images and flipping through the Target ad! As soon as I spotted the cover, I was excited because splashed across the front was a luggage set on sale! I found it so strange that my body reacted in such a way over luggage. It’s not that I was on the market for it. Then I remembered the whisper. 

Now, let me be clear back then I was a lot more skeptical about signs and co-creating. Very early days. I was more like a taste tester or sample eater in my connection with the Universe. Kind of like walking through Costco, I’d sample when something looked or smelled appetizing, I’d try it. This was one of those moments. 

So, what did I do? I asked for confirmation of this sign that my body involuntarily reacted to. And my brother was a witness to it. 

“Alright Universe, I hear you and am asking that if this exact luggage is available for me to purchase, I will move.” 

Show me what you’ve got. I will hold up my end of this deal. Prove it to me. 

About an hour later, my brother and I were in the car heading to the Target across from my office. Going into the office on a Sunday? Yep. Such a different life as a young 22 year old woman working at a high tech public relations agency. Oh, and I didn’t mention that a week prior  I didn’t have the best annual review - not horrible, I just believed I earned more than what I received. It was THAT feeling that prompted (in retrospect) being open to the idea of moving. Maybe the combination was another sign that I wasn’t where I needed to be? 

Anyway, back to it. I’m driving 20 minutes to San Mateo with my brother. I asked him where I should go first, “Work or Target? What do you think?” “Target,” he says. 

We get to Target and I ask where to find the luggages. As we walk down the main aisle, I notice a luggage at the end of the aisle. Could it be MY luggage?

Yep. The last one.
I’m shocked as I walk up to it.
Mouth open and looking at my brother and then the luggage in disbelief. 
My answer was in my hands. 
He gave me the “well, what are you going to do?” look that only younger siblings can give. 
I made the promise that I’d honor the answer received. 
I wasn’t scared. 
I was excited. 
It felt so right. 

So, I wheeled that baby to register. It’s happening. Here we go. 

I get to the office and my first call was to my aunts in New Jersey asking if I can live with them and shared my moving plans. Thankfully, they said yes. 

I hung up. It was done. It was right. This was really happening. Woah. 

When I look back on that time, I see how much courage, knowing and trust I had to feel to make such a move. I’ve moved within California for school. This was different. It was my very first milestone moment in my life trusting the whispers, asking for signs and taking a big leap of faith to follow a path that I didn’t foresee or plan. 

When you’re young the plan in many ways feels set and filled with expectations or is engrained in you by family and society...go to school, get a job, get married, have some kids and retire. Where was moving to ANOTHER STATE part of my plan? At the time my “city” was San Francisco. While I was born there, New York City would really make me.  I had no idea that move to the East Coast would only move me closer to becoming.  Becoming who I am today. All the choices, moments both happy, sad and unexpected. The results of that choice to listen, to trust myself and something greater than myself long ago continues to have a profound influence on me. 

It’s a beautiful thing to see how the momentum of steps and choices that feel right can carry you into new places and experiences. HOWEVER, while you’re in it, it can feel uncertain, scary, and filled with doubt!!! It’s in these moments when I look back to the last time I felt this way and I’m reminded how I navigated through it. A deeper sense of trust in this process starts to put me at ease. 

I appreciate that choice now, more than ever, especially at this time. I feel the same sense of not knowing where this path may lead me. Correction. I know that it will bring me closer and closer to living and being the woman I’m meant to be. My evolution is evidence of that. 

What do I choose 16 years later?

    I choose to trust myself and knowing despite lack of evidence. 
    I choose to feel it all in service to helping others feel and heal.
    I choose NYC as my home. I’m my best self here. 
    I choose the uncharted path. 
    I choose to guide and bear witness to others moving along their uncharted paths. 
    I choose to be open and receptive to divine signs. 
    I choose to believe everyone along my path is helping me move forward. 
    I choose grace and ease, please. 

I’m filled with curiosity as to where I’ll be and who I’ll be in 16 years. If the last 16 are any indication of where I’m heading. I. Cannot. Wait. 

Always love,