Do you have dreams sitting on the shelf?  Have you given up on your dreams, only to find you can’t live with having given up on them?  Are you worried it’s too late?

Have you settled for an ordinary life and only to find it lackluster?  Do you miss the fun, magic and excitement of your dreams?  Do you find yourself longing for an extraordinary life?

Have you stopped believing in yourself?  Lost your confidence and mojo?  Have you failed to make it happen an embarrassing number of times, and tried “everything”?  Are you bewildered at what to do next?

If this sounds like you, then I believe I can help.  You see, I’ve been there.

When I was five I had big dreams.  I wanted to be an Opera Singer, a billionaire actress a la Liz Taylor, and a renegade archeological professor with a penchant for danger and adventure on the side, usually involving rare mystical artifacts hidden in the desert by some very bad men (thank you, Indiana Jones), in no particular order.

I looked forward to my future, but I lived in the here and now, and everyday was an adventure with beauty to find, stories to tell, and food and shelter miraculously appearing at just the right times.  There were no roadblocks or obstacles, no struggle or frustrations, no anxiety.

Instead there were challenges to be met with the guts, wonder, determination and ingenuity of a heroine.  There was nothing in the world that couldn’t be overcome with play, pluck, laughter, belief, a sprinkle of pixie of dust and just a little luck.

As a child I went after what I wanted full out.  That I wanted it, was enough.The word failure never factored in.  I’m not sure I even knew what it meant.  All I knew was that a dream mixed with a whole lot of play added up to magic.  That something didn’t work on the first try didn’t mean the end or that it wasn’t meant to be, it was just one step in the adventure, leading seamlessly to the next.  And I had all the time in the world to figure it out.  I had time.

And then… Well, then I grew up.  Slowly the magic, the mystery, and the wonder started to leach away, and with it my confidence.  More and more my courage got dusty, while my cautious insistence on perfectionism became  more and more demanding. My life stopped being about adventure and instead became about doubt, fear, anxiety and safety.  All the while alarm bells kept going off in the background, sirens warning me that I was losing time, that I was running out of time and finally they rung out the truth as I knew it: It was too late. I was out of time.

I started to think my dreams were too big for me, too childish, too impossible.  So I did the only thing left to do.  I started to settle for the things that seemed possible.  I worked hard for lackluster dreams, for things like owning a home, and earning a middle class wage in a career working for someone else, and a guy, any guy would do… and still I struggled.  Even those meager dreams seemed impossible too.

When those dreams alluded me, I started to reach only for what seemed likely to happen, and with them, I stopped dreaming at all.  It was just too painful.  I started to dread my life.  I woke-up wishing the day were already done and living only for my hours “off”  of work and life.

I stayed up too late trying to stave off the inevitable start of a new day.  I started reaching for the pleasures right in front of me — TV, pints of ice cream, cookies, online shopping.  Guaranteed pleasures that didn’t require dreaming or hope.

My life was safe but also predictably small, boring, tiresome, and dissatisfying.  I was officially in a holding pattern of boredom and chaos.  I was stuck.  I had no idea how to fix it, where to begin.  I started to think it wasn’t even fixable anymore.  I started to tell myself to just get through this life.  Wait it out, until the next one.  In the next life, I would know what to do.

And I stayed like this…Until it became unbearable.  Until I couldn’t stand it anymore.  I was tired of cycling between being numbed out or being in emergency mode from, trying to salvage things from the chaos that ensued from ignoring things for too long. Things like my health, my finances, my relationships, my support network…  I was either drained and bored or working like hell to put out fires.  It was exhausting.  And I had had enough.

So I started to look for help out of the pit I had unintentionally built for myself.  At first I tried to do it on my own.  I was embarrassed.  I was independent, but you know what?  It didn’t really work.  I needed help.  I needed to find someone who had gone before and done what I wanted to do.  I started hiring life coaches and mentors to work with who had at one time been stuck and managed to get themselves out of it.

And gradually, things started to change.  I started living again.  I started feeling again.  In small steps at first.  I started crying again, grieving all the time I had lost.  I got angry about the despair.  And then I started hoping again, dreaming, building, trying, enjoying, tasting, loving, caring — again.

So I know what it’s like to lose your dreams, and try and fail to get them back on your own.  I know how hard it can be to let someone help you, to let someone in, and I know what it’s like to find yourself again, once you do.

Maybe you know someone just like me.  Maybe it’s you, and somewhere along the way you’ve lost who you were, you’ve lost that plucky adventurous little girl you once were.  Maybe you long for something more.  Maybe you miss the way you used to embrace your days. Maybe you’re sick and tired of your life and feeling a little cranky about it all.  Maybe you think your dreams are too big or impossible for you.

If that’s you, then I believe I was put here for you.  I believe you came to this page, and this place so that I could help you out of the ditch you’ve dug, out of the stuckness, and out of the holding pattern you’ve been in.  I can help you out of all of that, and into your dreams.

So Love, are you ready yet?  Isn’t it finally time?  Are you tired of dying inside, and ready to start living?  Are you ready for the wonder, magic and mystery?

Then hold onto your hat, close your eyes, take a deep breath, and … Jump!

Get coached.

How does it work?   Each coaching session is 1 hour, and the session takes place via phone on Fridays or Saturdays.  That means you can lounge at home, drink coffee and even be in your PJs or slippers when we chat.

You decide which area you want to enhance and play a larger, more fun game in  for our time together.  Then during each session we’ll talk, get you some relief when you need it, and find ways to bust up the mind blocks that are keeping you stuck.  Then you’ll leave with a little bit of a fun challenge to to get you up and running.  We debrief in the next session.

Most problems take about 4 sessions to get momentum on, but even one session can get you started!  Packages mean we’ll chat every week.  You’re allowed to reschedule ONE of the sessions.

If you’re ready to get started fill out the contact form below, and choose your package.  I will email you with times that I’m available and we’ll get started!  Hooray!

1 session is $140                     

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3 sessions are $380, that’s $40 off!

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And 4 sessions are $420, that’s a savings of $140!

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