At first, the fire? She engulfed me. I was choking, it was all too much.  So I let her burn away almost everything I had been conditioned to be true.  All the should’s, could’s, and would’s began to melt. I quit everything, closed my six-figure coaching business and moved to the mountains to teach skiing.  Then? Julia Child’s house came on the market.  Against all advice from my business coaches, some friends, most of my family (not all, since some of them are key investors)…I snatched it up. Investing nearly everything I owned into it. My fire brightened. My truths emerged.  

I spent the next year expanding into who I needed to become in order to run 20 retreats/experiences a year in a whole new way.  I learned firewalking. Went on healing journeys. Meditated. Studied tantra. Took leadership workshops.  Hired coaches. Therapists. Healers.  The fire took so much, and gave back in turn.  At the bottom, there was a stripped down me. A me that had few labels, and just…was. 

Then, I filed for a divorce. After seven years of a relationship focused on our mutual destruction… I left my wife.  Divorce was my salvation, and my deepest pain. 

The recipes others had created for success and happiness, flew out the window.   Then I threw out the cookbooks on authoritative leadership/living/business, and forged my own path.  My trap?  Being ‘good’, ‘right’, ‘perfect’ and ‘conditioned’.