On Reserving the Right to Change My Mind

I thought I was done. I was spinning in circles and I didn’t know where I was going with all things blog-related. It was starting to feel daunting, like an obligation and a waste of time.

Who even reads this shit?” I found myself wondering over and over. Seriously - how many times was I going to spill my heart and guts out and onto the internet with what felt like little purpose?

So I stopped writing. I quit the blog. I freed up a few hours of time during the week to pursue other goals and ideas. And I felt free for awhile.

And after a few months, I found myself antsy, hungering to pull the ideas out of my head and spill them onto paper and the interwebs. Dying to share my growth and learnings with friends, family, and whoever else freaking reads what I write. Not vying for a place amongst the Insta-blogger set, but just generously sharing my heart with whoever needs a piece of it, and trusting that that impact is enough in and of itself.

See, I’m not a quiet person. I’m not someone who can experience growths and pains and trials and tribulations and not shout about them from the mountaintops. Because I believe in the power of openness and sharing. I know that reading the right thing at the right time is unbelievably powerful for someone who is struggling with something - can shift emotions and cause mental unblocking. I believe that vulnerability can cultivate community. And also, beyond beyond anything else, I crave creative expression and writing is the outlet that my soul is compelled to plug into in order to creatively express mysef. I just have a lot of feelings, guys.

And so, NamaSteph lives! She’s back and ready to flush your brains, infiltrate your psyche, soothe your soul, and cultivate community with the power of written word - sometimes eloquent, othertimes, well, not.

I’ve thought for so long that if I made a decision,  I needed to prove that decision to other people by STICKING with it. Like by choosing to go vegan, I was COMMITTED to being a lifelong, “good” little vegan. And even when I felt stuck and restrictive, I felt like I couldn’t make a change because I had already proclaimed my commitment to the judgemental webosphere and didn’t want to seem like a hypocrite. By shutting down the blog, I had decided to go in a different direction and I believed I needed to honor that choice, even when my soul craved otherwise.

Over the last 6 months I’ve spent a lot of time learning and reflecting. Listening to LOTS of podcasts… particularly one called Untame The Wild Soul Podcast by Elizabeth Dialto (you should listen to it - it’s a game changer for us spiritual gangsters. And she refers freqently on her podcast and in her writings to a principle of her Wild Soul Movement. It is, “I reserve the right to change my mind.”

When I heard that for the first time, I nearly fell out of my seat. ARE YOU EFFING SERIOUS? The idea that I could elevate my highest, best self by honoring my fluidity as a human being and a woman, rather than shaming myself for feeling differently now than I did before absolutely BLEW MY FRIGGIN’ MIND.

Yes, I made certain decisions that felt right in the moment that I made them. Going vegan felt right when I did it. Closing the blog felt necessary at the time. But now I feel differently. So I’m going to do differently. And no one else gets to tell me that that’s wrong, or against the rules. It’s my life, my work, my path, my choice. And hey, GUESS WHAT?! THERE ARE NO RULES.

So here I am. Back in action. Ready to write my tushy off and connect with whoever else is ready to take the reigns in their own life - grant themselves permission to do whatever the HELL they want, make choices that align with their higher selves and greater purpose, empower themselves to evaluate their relationship to self, love, money, ETC ETC ETC…, eat well, sweat well, and just be the overall BADASS that they are more than capable of being, if only they’d stop doubting their own beauty, strength, and power.

And this is not me coming to you to preach or stand on my high horse to tell you what is right or wrong. This is me sharing my journey with you in real time, in the hopes that my own challenging, opportunities, learnings, growths, and successes show you that the pulse of life is really just an ebbing and flowing tidal wave. Sometimes we know exactly what’s up, and other times we are drowning in self doubt and confusion.

So I’m here to share. I’m here to ask questions of myself in the hopes that you’ll do the same. I’m here to challenge myself to be better and do better.

I’m excited to share what I’ve learned with you. I’m excited to connect in this fullhearted way.

And more than anything, I’m excited to reserve the right to change my mind about the whole damn thing.

Much love, my friends.

On Being "Too" Healthy

I was going to write you all a very useful and informative blog post about GMOs today. I was going to explain all the reasons they are weird and icky and why we should never ever ever ingest them. I was planning to proclaim why I've banished them from my diet altogether, and that my body is a temple, and that I only want the best, most natural, highest quality nutrients entering and assimilating with my cells, and yada yada YAWN. See, I've been learning A LOT in school lately. And all I really want is to help you, me, and all of the people of the whole entire world live their healthiest, happiest, longest, best lives.

But something stopped me from writing that article. Because the truth is, I don't really believe that staunchly refusing to allow any and all imperfect, impure, less than ideally healthy foods is reallya beacon of health or happiness. In fact, I know from personal experience that it very well isn't an extension of either, and that proclaiming your virtuosity to the world through the purity of your perfect food choices is sometimes actually a symptom of an UNhealthy imbalance in the space that controls the body - the mind.

There is something to be said for making educated and conscious choices surrounding the food that we put in our body. It's GREAT to understand the ethical and nutritional differences between Cage Free and Free Range chicken. It's lovely to know that the inflammation causing your adult acne is possibly worsened through your consumption of sugar and dairy. It's empowering to realize that GMOs (genetically modified organisms) are unnatural, petri dish foods and more than likely best avoided. I love that this knowledge is at our fingertips.

By being aware and in choice around what we consume, we can make healthy decisions for the length of our lives. But I also believe that we can take our rigidity too far if we aren't careful. And as a passionate advocate for healthy body image and eating disorder recovery, I'd be irresponsible not to point that out.

So, the question is, where does the balance come into play? How will we know if we've taken our dietary beliefs from a passionate preference to a neurotic obsession? 

And the real answer is, I don't know. Because I don't (necessarily) know you. 

This delicate balance is different for everyone. Some people might swear off GMOs and OMGs and TGIFs and XYZs for the rest of their lives and ever look back. They may attend parties and gatherings where there is nothing that they'll eat, and they'll be completely fine with the no oil, vegan cupcakes they brought instead. No emotional backlash. This just works for them and they don't worry about it. 

For others, this is WAY too much and will lead them down a dark obsessive hole. So instead, they make a conscious effort to stock their kitchens with high quality, organic foods, but while out on a date, aren't going to demand that their waiter chauffer them to the farm where their chicken came from to ensure it was named and read a bedtime story to each night of its life. Because, #balance (for them). 

The point is, balance for me is not balance for you. What will surely turn you into a neurotic macro-counter (nothin' but love, macropeeps) may feel like just another day at the office for me. And what works for me right now may not work for me one year from now. Same for you.

So, how will we know when we've take our obsession with healthy food to an unhealthy level?

I found a quiz online that was created by Dr. Steven Bratman to help readers determine whether or not they may be struggling with Orthorexia Nervosa, an eating disorder characterized by an obsession with eating healthy foods. This quiz asks some questions that may be worth considering if you've been feeling like your lifestyle choices are impinging on your, well, life. If you're perfectly happy, content, and feeling really good, I wouldn't freak out if you answer affirmatively to a couple of these questions. 

 While I don't believe these issues are black and white, and I don't completely agree with Dr. Bratman's explanations underneath each question (so take all of this with a grain of salt), I dothink it's always worth checking in with ourselves from time to time to evaluate why we do what we do, whether or not our behaviors are serving us or holding us back (like, from life), and if they aren't, if we might do well to take some steps that may draw us toward a healthier balance for us

Here are some questions from the quiz for you to mull over. 

1) Do you spend more than 3 hours a day thinking about food? (For four hours give yourself two points.)

The time measurement includes cooking, shopping, reading about your diet, discussing (or evangelizing) it with friends, and joining Internet chat groups on the subject. Three hours a day is too much time to think about healthy food. Life is meant for love, joy, passion, and accomplishment. Absorption with righteous food seldom produces any of these things.

2) Do you plan tomorrow’s food today?

Orthorexics tend to dwell on upcoming menus. “Today I will eat steamed broccoli, while tomorrow I will boil Swiss chard. The day after that I think I’ll make brown rice with adzuki beans.” If you get a thrill of pleasure from contemplating a healthy menu the day after tomorrow, something is wrong with your focus.

3) Do you care more about the virtue of what you eat than the pleasure you receive from eating it?

It’s one thing to love to eat, but for an orthorexic it isn’t the food itself; it’s the idea of the food. You can pump yourself up so giddily with pride that you don’t even taste it going down.

4) Have you found that as the quality of your diet has increased, the quality of your life has correspondingly diminished?

The problem with orthorexia is that healthy food doesn’t feed your soul. If you spend too much energy on what you put into your mouth, pretty soon the meaning will drain out of the rest of your life.

5) Do you keep getting stricter with yourself?

Like other addictions, orthorexia tends to escalate, demanding increasing vigilance as time passes. The diet of yesterday isn’t pure enough for tomorrow. Over time the rules governing healthy eating get more rigid. And if you are an orthorexic, you get a grim pleasure from this.

6) Do you sacrifice experiences you once enjoyed to eat the food you believe is right?

Because of it’s confused scale of values, orthorexia leads to a crazy allocation of interest. Have you fallen into this trap? Will you turn down an invitation to eat at a friend’s house because the food there isn’t healthy enough for you? Do you find that obsessive thoughts of healthy food occupy your mind while you watch your child perform in a play at school?

7) Do you feel an increased sense of self-esteem when you are eating healthy food? Do you look down on others who don’t?

One of the seductive aspects of orthorexia is that it allows one to feel superior to other people. After all, healthy eating is everywhere extolled. Orthorexia seems to be right up there with good work habits and a clean life. In this, orthorexia has an aspect that can make it harder to shake than other eating disorders: While anorexics and bulimics feel ashamed of their habits, orthorexics strut with pride. “Look at those degenerates,” the mind says of everyone else, “hopelessly addicted to junk.”

8) Do you feel guilt or self-loathing when you stray from your diet?

If you are an orthorexic, you feel guilt and shame when you eat foods that don’t fit the anointed diet. Your sense of self-esteem is so linked to what you eat that tasting a morsel of forbidden food feels like a sin. The only way to regain self-respect is to recommit yourself to ever-stricter eating, to despise yourself when you stray from the path of food righteousness.

There are times in life when it’s worthwhile being ashamed. When I’ve lost my temper at a child, betrayed a secret, insulted a friend behind his back, I’ve committed an actual error worthy of actual guilt. But eating pizza is fairly low on the scale of moral lapses. No one on her deathbed looks back and says, “I’m filled with regret that I ate too much ice cream and not enough kale.”

9) Does your diet socially isolate you?

Once you’ve reached a certain point, the rigidity demanded by orthorexia makes it truly difficult for you to eat anywhere but home. Most restaurants don’t serve the right foods, and even when they do, you won’t trust that it’s been prepared correctly. Even your friends inexplicably fail to cater to your personal preferences.

A common strategy is to bring your own food in separate containers and chew it slowly, looking virtuous and soulful while everyone else gulps down garbage. Or, like a solitary alcoholic, you can decline the invitation and dine in the loneliness and comfort of your own home.

10) When eating the way you are supposed to, do you feel a peaceful sense of total control?

Life is complicated, unpredictable, and often scary. It is not always possible to control your life, but you can control what you eat. A heavy-handed domination over what goes onto your fork or spoon can create the comfortable illusion that your life is no longer in danger of veering from the plan.

All of these questions are worth asking if we're particularly obsessed with "clean" eating. They are questions I ask myself from time to time when I feel that I may be getting a bit too extreme. On the whole, I feel like I've found a balance that works for me. I feel best when I eat whole, real foods. I feel shitty when I eat processed, junk foods. I like to eat a primarily vegan, plant-based diet. I enjoy finding recipes and going grocery shopping and cooking food.

But for me, this works, because I am still willing to eat out, and you won't find me turning down social invitations because I'm worried that the host doesn't buy organic. I do my best, and sometimes my best is just having confidence that all will still be well if I can't eat completely perfectly. And trust me, it's taken me a loooong time to get to this place! I've gone in and out of rigidity through the years, and always come back to a place where I strive for this balance.

So no, I'm not going to write to you about GMOs today. I think you can learn about them on your own, if you so choose. You'll get the information if you want it, and you'll do with it what you feel is right!

The point is, whether you eat 100% "perfectly" at all times or stick to an 80/20, 60/40/, or 50/50 approach to your eating, the same attitude still applies. You are worthy. You are lovable. You are good and acceptable. And no diet, weight, or size will ever change that fact.

Alright, I've said my piece. I love you all. Have a great day, my NamaPeeps!

2016 Reflections: On Ease, Trust, and Luv

Happy Old Year, NamaPeeps! (I'm not wishing you a happy new year until it is actually the new year, DUH!) Here we are, at the tail end of 2016, a year that many are considering to be the "worst year ever".

Not to rub it in or anything, but 2016 has been FAR from my worst year ever. As a matter of fact, I'm going to go out on a limb and say that 2016 has probably been my best year ever.

I've grown SO much. And I've gotten more and more comfortable with who I am - knowing that who I am can and will continuously evolve over time. I've realized that I can be okay with that, I don't have to fight it in order to stay "on brand". I'm a person, not a product

For the last handful of years, I've struggled to put my finger on exactly what it is that I want to do, or who it is I want to be. I went from carefree college girl to NYC fashion intern and writer to fashion PR girl to fitness buff and on and on and on. I changed so much, but oftentimes without a vision of where I was headed, made that much more painful by my incredibly high standards for myself. 

Sometimes, I felt like I was just throwing spaghetti at the wall and seeing what stuck, if anything! And while that is, undoubtedly, just part of life, I wanted SO BADLY for something to stick. Add that desperation to the fact that I had literally zero trust that the universe was working with me, in my favor, and you've got the angstiest mid-twenties crisis you've ever seen. I hadn't yet learned that if I could just lean into positivity and love, everything would work out exactly as it should, if not better! I couldn't trust, so I FORCED decision making with relentless power in order to make things happen. 

2016 was the year where I learned to trust myself and the universe around me. Not coincidentally, it was also the year my vision came together. It was the year where I put in the work to lay the foundation for the future I want to create. It was the year where I allowed myself the space to see what I wanted, to feel what I wanted.

In 2016, I learned to speak up for myself, to other people (still a work in progress!) and to the universe. I learned to ask for what I wanted.

I learned to sleep a little longer, eat a little slower, and breathe a little deeper. 

In 2016, I fell in love with myself. I got serious about self care. I deepened my yoga practice. I connected intimately with my friends. I actually (successfully) reduced my coffee intake  (6 cups a day to 1 or 2!). I stopped muscling through, favoring ease and grace over horsepower. I spent some serious time alone with myself, asking myself what I needed and wanted more of in my life and thinking about how I would go about getting said things.

In 2016, I generated the vision and purchased the seeds. I caught a glimpse of where I am headed and accepted that diligent patience will be the force that carries me through any storm. 

In 2017, I will plant, water, and raise the seeds with love, care, humor, and flexibility. I will lean into love as the answer to stress and anxiety. I will honor my intentions while leaving space for the gorgeous surprise of the unknown. I will grow this space, my writing in general, and my business as a holistic health coach with a focus and understanding I've never had before. And in 2017, I fully intend to fall in love with someone new. I can feel it.

Wishing you all a glorious end of year, filled with reflection, manifestation, and a clear vision for the coming year! I am so grateful to all of you who read this blog and support me through all of my crazy adventures - thank you! Look out for some exciting new content and announcements coming in 2017!

NamaSTAY reading, my friends.

Much love - xx

Steph

On Fat and Being Fat

I have a hard time navigating "fat". Both personally and professionally, I struggle with fat - both the kind on the body and the kind we are intended to eat.

See - I have learned that it is a sad coincidence that we use the same word to describe excess body composition as we do to describe a macronutrient that is vital for our brain health, body function, skin/nail/hair health, overall satiety, etc... - you name it, fat is vital for it.

But see, long ago, in the far off land called the 1970's, American Congress wanted to bring attention to the fact that dietary habits were leading to disease and premature death (an estimated 8 congressman had dropped dead of heart attacks over the past two decades). So, they held a hearing, where a Harvard Professor pointed to the harms of the overconsumption of fat. 

The hearing led to the first creating of dietary guidelines for United States citizens - reduce fat and eat more carbohydrates to live longer and be thinner.

Naturally, the food industry jumped right on board, immediately creating a whole host of the low-fat, fat-free, SUGAR LOADED diet products our grandparents raised our parents on (which of course led to the obesity epidemic our country is still neck-deep in), and which have entered our delicate psyches and mangled our natural instincts to eat fat.

As a recovered anorexic I still sometimes struggle with this. Don't get me wrong - I LOVE fat. I eat lots of it. Almonds, natural peanut butter, hummus, avocado, olive oil - the list goes on. I am a HUUUUGE fan of fats. But, in the back of my mind, and no matter how much I've learned about it, an uninvited (and rather rude!) voice still likes to chime in to weigh in on my dietary habits. She is ruthless, letting me know that I will surely be obese by this time tomorrow after adding peanut butter to my breakfast shake AND having avocado on my salad for lunch. Because no matter how much I've learned to the contrary, to her, eating fat = being fat. And being fat, is a one, big, FAT, no-no. 

And while I am more than capable of duct-taping her big mouth and throwing her in a closet in the recesses of my mind ('cause I'm gonna eat the healthy foods I and my body crave and deserve, thanks but no thanks for your opinion), she also gives me insight into the challenging mindset my clients are struggling with as well.

And unlike me, they may not have the awareness, education, desire or ability to shut their inner mean girl up (yes, my male clients have inner mean girls too!) And theirs, loud and clear, is telling them that if they eat fat, they will be fat, and if they are fat, they will be insert fear-based adjective here (alone, unhappy, unattractive, unsuccessful, unlovable, scared, weird, overweight, out of control, etc...)

So, as you can see, fat is a tough topic to navigate. I can scream from the rooftops all day that fat is vital for maintaining healthy skin and other tissues, for proper functioning of nerves and brain, as a source of energy, for forming steroid hormones (to regulate normal body processes). And my voice is LOUD.

But the thing is, they don't really care. Because what still matters most to (most of) them is being thin. To them, losing weight and being thin is the goal, and the very word "fat" is the EXACT opposite of what they are trying to accomplish. And even when I tell them that by eating more fat (especially plant-based fats), they will feel fuller and ultimately eat less of the stuff that is creating weight gain, they don't really hear me.

Why? Because telling someone who wants to be thin that they need to ingest fat is like telling someone who wants long hair to trim it regularly so that it grows. It is the opposite of anything they can get their minds around.

I seriously think we need to change the word for dietary fat. I think we need to call it something with a neutral or positive connotation. It just isn't working for us, and we are staying lost in a spiral of eating empty calories and sugar, growing larger and unhealthier in both body AND mind.

I'd like to call it something like "brain food", or "earth candy", or "sexy fuel" or something outlandishly WEIRD that helps us get it. Because we just don't. 

Of course I'm going to keep trying. I'm going to keep waving my fat flag up, down, and all around. But I need a little help. We all do.

For those of you who want to add some crazy, sexy "brain food" to your diet, I applaud you. Here's a list of some excellent sources to start with!

How do you feel about "earth candy"? How does it fit into your diet?

No Mud, No Lotus: 4 Strategies For Getting Yourself Through Tough Times

My little Nama-people. Words can't describe how much I've missed you all. Trust me, I am fully aware that I have NOT been present over the past 3 weeks, and I truly hope you can forgive me! You see, I've been going through what we might refer to as "life changes" of late, and the idea of blogging in the midst of it was just more than I could bear to face. When your brain and your heart are tangled together, twisted and knotted into a messy ball and plummeting down a steep hill so quickly that you can no longer determine which way is up and which is down, which is left and which is right, it's pretty tough to produce organized thoughts in blog-form.

So please forgive me. I am back! And while I typically love putting out 3 blogs a week, I think that for now, 1-2 will have to be enough until I get myself feeling a bit more organized. Sound good? Great!

In light of all of my recent life changes, along with the realization that in spite of all of them, I am still here, standing tall (as though I could help it), proud and strong, I want to publicly pat myself on the back for getting through it all. It's been tough, painful, weird, yet overwhelmingly positive on the whole. Yes there are blazingly, acutely painful moments of sadness that strike out of nowhere, lashing out with a vengeance that burns and stings and steals your breath away, but there are many more moments of pride and empowerment, and for that I am grateful.

And as I look out at the new life I have created for myself, I have to smile and let myself bask in the pride of the knowledge that yes, I did this.

How, you ask? Well, let me share with you my top 4 strategies for getting through breakups, life changes, and tough times in general:

1. Make plans with friends. Every day. Every other day. Whatever feels right to you. Once I realized that I couldn't rely on my former S.O. for plans or entertainment anymore, I poured myself into my friendships, creating stronger connections and new relationships. Since moving to NYC, I had consistently felt that I was missing the really strong friendships that have always added warmth and color to my life. I had given all of my time and energy to work and to my relationship. I saw my breakup as an opportunity to change that for myself. I dove in deep with my new friends in NYC, giving myself things to look forward to all week long. Karaoke. Wine nights. Sweat dates. Sleepovers. Some seriously girly shit. I got REAL busy REAL fast, not giving myself a chance to feel bored or lonely, because I consistently surrounded myself with positive, supportive, loving people who made me feel safe, loved, protected and important. (Shout out to my amazing women here in the city - you know who you are. Thanks ladies.)

2. Create a sanctuary. When I moved after becoming single again, my number 1 priority was creating a space for myself that was beautiful, calm, and reflective of me as a person. It was something I hadn't really had before, since college either living in my parents house, on a couch, or in a shared room with my boyfriend. My friends laughed because I put SO much energy and thought into my bedroom decor, but I knew how important it was to me to create a space that felt perfect. And I have to say, it is GORGEOUS, it is ZEN, it is EVERYTHING I ever wanted. I now have a space to retreat into that is mine and mine alone. It is safe. It is serene. It is calm. It is full of things that I love, that look beautiful, that feel personal, that make me happy when I look at them. Dreamy white curtains? Check.  White icicle lights dangling around my bed? Check. Whimsical hooks on the wall to hold my jewelry? Check. Silly dog-shaped knobs on my dresser that I hand-picked from Anthropologie? Check. Everything in this room makes me happy just looking at it. Being in this space brings me the simplest, most basic joy I can describe, and I am so grateful for it every single day.

3. Practice self care. I've certainly made an effort to keep busy, but like any self aware person, I know that taking the time to really sit down and deal with my emotions is a vitally important aspect of this journey. Being too busy isn't a sustainable state, and ultimately we all need to deal with being alone. So every night I get in my bed, turn out my lights, turn on my beautiful new white icicle lights, light up my dim bed side lamp, pull out my journal and write. I'm not formulaic about it, I don't make a gratitude list if I don't want to, I don't force myself to write about it if I don't want to, but I am someone who does very well when I spend time reflecting on my experiences. I feel more centered, more aware, and lighter. I feel more loving, less stressed, less crazed. Coming back at the end of the day, unwinding in my special new space, and doing one of my favorite things (writing, if you didn't get that) made me feel like me. And when your entire life flips and morphs into something completely different than you thought, it is imperative to do everything in your power to feel like you. 

4. Exercise...duh. How could I make a list of ways to feel emotionally healthy without including my NUMBER ONE coping mechanism? Newsflash. I could not. When I feel anxious, I work out. When I feel depressed, I work out. When I feel tense, I work out. When I feel happy, I work out. No matter what I am feeling, I make a conscious effort to work out. Why? It makes me feel SO MUCH BETTER. It reduces my stress levels. It eases the tension and anxiety in my body. It gives me a boost of endorphins. It helps me think more clearly. It makes me a significantly more awesome HUMAN. It brings me a sense of control and empowerment that I don't always feel in my daily life. Wow, even sitting here a bit under the weather, all this talk of why I love working out is seriously making me want to go work out. Down girl, down. Woof.

As always, it is my hope that my experiences serve you by helping you deal even more positively with your own. Life isn't always perfect. Sometimes it's really friggin' hard. But we don't have to make it harder by failing to take care of ourselves. We don't have to shut down, or feel devastated for very long. Could I be curled up in a ball day in and day out, lamenting, crying, shutting down? Certainly. But ultimately I think I'm going to feel better for handling things as positively as I can, for taking care of myself, for getting up and continuing to move.

If I can do it, so can you.

“It is only in our darkest hours that we may discover the true strength of the brilliant light within ourselves that can never, ever, be dimmed.”   – Doe Zantamata

3 Ways You're Stronger Than You Think

... there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. - A.A. Milne, Winnie The Pooh 

The other night as I was laying my head down on the pillow to fall asleep, my mind began churning with thoughts of the events of the past week of my life. Without going into more detail than I care to share at this juncture, as the ugly events raced through my brain, I couldn't help but pause to think, "Wow, I can't believe I got through that. I can't believe I feel this calm. I can't believe I am still here, living, loving, and functioning after all of this." And then I gave myself a little pat on the back, allowing myself to feel a slight swell of pride, gratitude, and mild surprise toward the inner strength I did not realize I possessed until that very moment.

Growing up, I was always a "What if?" kind of person. Always trying to plan, analyze, and figure out how I could possibly deal if the worst came up. My grandma and stepdad had a saying that I still love to repeat to myself to this day. It goes, The worst never happens, and if it does, you deal with it.

How simple, really. We spend so much time worrying, and wondering, and stressing over theoretical events that we have no control over, never stopping to just accept that if they do, in fact, happen, we will learn that we are strong enough to pick up the pieces, have a good cry, and continue on.

I believe that it is the anticipation of the unknown that is, in fact, the hardest part to contend with. But if we just carried within ourselves the knowledge and confidence that we can handle It, whatever It is, we could release our fears and just live.

So in honor of the strength I've found within my Self, the courage and confidence I've discovered in my own soul, the self-possessed love and respect I've realized in my own heart, I would like to impart you with 3 reasons that you are stronger than you think.

1. You can handle it. No really, you can. Because you already HAVE. Before you start thinking about a bunch of theoretical scenarios that might happen one day that you DEFINITELY could not handle (which is false, btw), think back to 3 situations that occurred in the past year or two that were HARD, SAD, TERRIBLE, HURTFUL, STRESSFUL, and/or MISERABLE. Got it? Thought of it? Now say hello to yourself, because you are STILL HERE. You are still standing. You are still living your life, doing what you need to do and want to do to function, to improve, to be happy. You may not have handled each and every situation that occurred like a perfect, zen yogi, but that doesn't mean you didn't handle it, get through it, and come out of it stronger, smarter, and wiser. You did. So give yourself a little credit, because you HANDLED the damn thing. Get it.

2. You refuse to accept what isn't serving you. What I mean by this is the following: those moments that you thought about before, the hard, tough, crazy challenging, stressful, and sad moments you've been through only came about because you refused to settle. If you had settled, you wouldn't have encountered such terrible moments. You would have just accepted things as they were and avoided the immense pain and struggle that comes with taking a stand for what you believe in and what you deserve. Make sense? The turmoil, anxiety, and pain you felt (and dealt with, so kudos to you!) only came about because you knew something was wrong, that you couldn't live with it any longer, and decided to DO SOMETHING about it. You won't settle for less than you believe to be right, and for that reason, you are a strong, mighty example of a human. Roar.

3. You're optimistic.  You haven't let your negative past experience harden you, or make you cynical against the world. You still have hope for the future and believe that life can be what you want it to. You continue to put yourself out there regardless of past experience that could have taught you to retreat into yourself. You haven't become a hermit or abandoned relationships or stopped trying just because you've been burned before. You press on, because you know that there is good to have, receive, and give to the world! Being optimistic in the face of challenge, failure, and pain is a gift to the world, and you continue to give it day in and day out! Keep on keepin' on, friend!

You're strong, my friend. You're fierce. You're mighty. You have been, you are, and you will continue to be. Why? 'Cause you can!