“Mom wishes she was a millionaire.” I overheard my son talking smack to my daughter in the car the other day.

I didn’t interrupt or correct him to say, “Um, buddy, Mom’s been a millionaire for a while now.”

Because I don’t talk about money with my kids. And, I certainly don’t talk about money with my friends or family. Apparently, it’s only for strangers on the internet that I will discuss accumulated wealth.

The topic of money wasn’t something I initiated in this car ride. …

“Money is numbers and numbers never end. If it takes money to be happy, your search for happiness will never end.” Bob Marley

If you’re seeking happiness in a bank account, maybe you need to look in a toilet bowl instead.

This is a story that contemplates the dark side of our achievement culture. The thought that we can attach ourselves to something physical, like money or success, and we will find bliss.

In my race to make a million dollars, I lost sight of my peripheral vision. I never stopped to smell the roses — let alone water them…

Everything is slightly out of focus. *Blink*

Open your eyes. Ahhhh, it’s because you’re not really looking at the world. You’re seeing it through a lens. A filter. The filter you decided to place on reality today.

The trick is to know you’re looking through a lens, and determine if this view serves you — as a person, a creator, or a contributor.

Sometimes, we forget we’re looking through a filter. And we lose sight of what’s truly surrounding us. We forget about our peripheral vision in an attempt to control the image in front of us.

But what if…

I am a recovering train wreck. It took me a long time to realize that my life had spun so far out of control.

This is a story about how I accidentally shared my entire mid-life crisis with the internet without even realizing it.

“I have to tell you something. I didn’t like you when we first met.” This was the truth bomb one of my new best friends laid on me as she sat across from me at dinner.

I had just shared with her that I was in the middle of a full-fledged identity crisis.

This wasn’t the…

Sometimes I feel like I’m wearing the Scarlet Letter, “A” for Addict.

Even though my decision to stop drinking was completely voluntary — and not based on addiction — it was based on destruction.

I tended to self-destruct when I drank. It was like I needed someone to blame, and alcohol was the perfect culprit. In reality, booze helped me slide into my escape route with ease.

I liked my escape route so much that I began to self-sabotage. …

Imagine walking into your dream job and inhaling the essence of one-part home-baked cookies, one-part pine needles, and one-part fresh-cut wood.

If that were a candle scent, I’d name it: Christmas Miracle.

The real miracle is that this dream job does exist. I couldn’t help but be captivated when my post-millennial nephew explained his time working at a Christmas Tree Farm.

It was his enthusiasm when he described what he loved so much about working for this mom-and-pop-preneur (more to come on that!) that drew me in.

I couldn’t help recall reading about this kind of work environment over a…

We opened our eyes, and tears streamed down her face. “I never thought the sound blue would make me cry.”

Yes, you read that correctly. The sound blue. One of the many mysterious things about a sound bath is that you can visualize the most beautiful colors in your mind’s eye if you listen closely.

The sound of the 741 Hz Solfeggio Frequency singing bowl caused my friend (and fellow trainee in a yoga instructor certification program) to experience a deep release during a mini sound healing lesson in our yoga teacher training program.

She visualized the color of a…