• We so often feel as if our instincts are counterintuitive to what will give us success in business. And... I think we're right. But here's the important bit. It's not you that's wrong, it's the entire structure, the toxic collective soil we're trying to build upon. Capitalism is what needs fixing, dearest-- not you. Breathe into that for a moment. Because that's a helluva lot of permission packed into that tiny sentence. Permission to rest. Permission to take breaks. Permission to breathe. Permission for walks. Permission to stretch. Permission to take your damned time. To take smaller steps. To do the thing that feels doable and nothing more for today. TO stay inside the comfort zone. To say no thank you. Permission to fall deeply in love with the process. To move slower. To squeeze every ounce of joy out of every situation. To hope. Permission to regroup. To be imperfect. To make a mess. To regroup. To restart. Permission to feel how hard this can be, putting your dreams out into the world. To cry. To feel the heaviness. Permission to heal, too. To be in process. To feel the feels. To be lost. To hide. Permission to need the help of others. To lean on one another. To speak our truth. To gather. To hold. To lead. To follow. The way exists within you. Those so-called bad instincts are the seeds of possibility that are going to grow this new way of existing that's cooperative, equitable, generous, caring, loving... across the spectrum of division and violence that currently exists. Let's dismantle this motherf*cker. We're so much more than the current way. 📸 by @amyzambonin
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    We so often feel as if our instincts are counterintuitive to what will give us success in business. And... I think we're right. But here's the important bit. It's not you that's wrong, it's the entire structure, the toxic collective soil we're trying to build upon. Capitalism is what needs fixing, dearest-- not you. Breathe into that for a moment. Because that's a helluva lot of permission packed into that tiny sentence. Permission to rest. Permission to take breaks. Permission to breathe. Permission for walks. Permission to stretch. Permission to take your damned time. To take smaller steps. To do the thing that feels doable and nothing more for today. TO stay inside the comfort zone. To say no thank you. Permission to fall deeply in love with the process. To move slower. To squeeze every ounce of joy out of every situation. To hope. Permission to regroup. To be imperfect. To make a mess. To regroup. To restart. Permission to feel how hard this can be, putting your dreams out into the world. To cry. To feel the heaviness. Permission to heal, too. To be in process. To feel the feels. To be lost. To hide. Permission to need the help of others. To lean on one another. To speak our truth. To gather. To hold. To lead. To follow. The way exists within you. Those so-called bad instincts are the seeds of possibility that are going to grow this new way of existing that's cooperative, equitable, generous, caring, loving... across the spectrum of division and violence that currently exists. Let's dismantle this motherf*cker. We're so much more than the current way. 📸 by @amyzambonin
  • I REMEMBER WHEN EVERY DECISION IN MY BUSINESS FELT LIKE A LOT OF HARD WORK. I was just in a coffee shop and overheard two women combing over an email to a prof asking for a meeting to pick their brain. They were going through it with a fine-toothed comb- is it polite? Is it clear? Is it in my voice? Is my ask too much? What can I offer in return? I smiled. I remember when every email I sent and every post I wrote needed as much care and attention. I was afraid of writing partial truths, of leaving something out, of not having my languaging perfect. Every conversation I started with someone, sales or not, was so high stakes. I remember even reaching out to make a connection with someone I admired or liked felt SO UNCOMFORTABLE. From small moves to the bigger stuff, I was constantly seeking a second, third, fourth eye on my decisions. It's kind of funny looking back on this pattern in my life. I think if you asked anyone who knows me, they'd describe me as a strong-willed person. Someone who often walks to the beat of her own drum. Stubborn. A woman with opinions and a voice. Well-articulated, kind... And while those attributes are true, there were still massive areas in my life where I wasn't any of those things. I couldn't conjure my Inner Jo, the one who took confident risks. Who knew her worth and value. Knew she was good. Knew she was in integrity. Knew she could ask for more. Without bending or bracing or waiting for the lash back. So why was this business thing so hard?
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    I REMEMBER WHEN EVERY DECISION IN MY BUSINESS FELT LIKE A LOT OF HARD WORK. I was just in a coffee shop and overheard two women combing over an email to a prof asking for a meeting to pick their brain. They were going through it with a fine-toothed comb- is it polite? Is it clear? Is it in my voice? Is my ask too much? What can I offer in return? I smiled. I remember when every email I sent and every post I wrote needed as much care and attention. I was afraid of writing partial truths, of leaving something out, of not having my languaging perfect. Every conversation I started with someone, sales or not, was so high stakes. I remember even reaching out to make a connection with someone I admired or liked felt SO UNCOMFORTABLE. From small moves to the bigger stuff, I was constantly seeking a second, third, fourth eye on my decisions. It's kind of funny looking back on this pattern in my life. I think if you asked anyone who knows me, they'd describe me as a strong-willed person. Someone who often walks to the beat of her own drum. Stubborn. A woman with opinions and a voice. Well-articulated, kind... And while those attributes are true, there were still massive areas in my life where I wasn't any of those things. I couldn't conjure my Inner Jo, the one who took confident risks. Who knew her worth and value. Knew she was good. Knew she was in integrity. Knew she could ask for more. Without bending or bracing or waiting for the lash back. So why was this business thing so hard?
  • LESSONS AND LOVE FROM MY MOST INSTINCTUAL FRIEND, MAC. We're too quick to disown our instincts, to make them bad. We just want it all fixed up, cleared and gone so that we can step out of our brokenness and into that beautiful life that lays just on the other side. And I get it. But, what if nothing was ever broken and you didn't need to be fixed? What if your instincts- your shame, your rage, your love, your joy- were all perfect? This is not a post about victim blaming or saying that we only get what we deserve or call in or whatever kinda language you wanna place on it- THAT is total bullshit. But it is a post about recognizing the gifts in our instinctual responses and how that supports our healing. You didn't ask for what was given (or taken) to you but it happened. These two facts are now true for the rest of your life: it happened, you are alive. And while you may be looking back now and feel shame that the way you reacted wasn't the most skilled or smart or clean or what served you best... I want to remind you that those instincts might have saved your life. That the instinct to shrink in the face of violence may have saved your life. To stop feeling in the face of emotional abuse may have saved your life. To fight. To freeze. To f*ck. To run. Might have saved your life. Your wholeness resides within these instincts, even when they seem so f*cked up in retrospect. They may have been your best choice for survival. They were good and right in the moment. Part of stepping fully into our wholeness is finding a path towards loving these responses from our past (and present). They offer us keys to our natural blueprint of health. Tending to them allows them to flourish into nourishment and regenerative regulation. We reclaim them to reclaim ourselves. I'm still finding the peace in some patterns. Re-writing and re-wiring from a space of wholeness, not brokenness. If you want company on the journey, let's work together. I have a few spots available.
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    LESSONS AND LOVE FROM MY MOST INSTINCTUAL FRIEND, MAC. We're too quick to disown our instincts, to make them bad. We just want it all fixed up, cleared and gone so that we can step out of our brokenness and into that beautiful life that lays just on the other side. And I get it. But, what if nothing was ever broken and you didn't need to be fixed? What if your instincts- your shame, your rage, your love, your joy- were all perfect? This is not a post about victim blaming or saying that we only get what we deserve or call in or whatever kinda language you wanna place on it- THAT is total bullshit. But it is a post about recognizing the gifts in our instinctual responses and how that supports our healing. You didn't ask for what was given (or taken) to you but it happened. These two facts are now true for the rest of your life: it happened, you are alive. And while you may be looking back now and feel shame that the way you reacted wasn't the most skilled or smart or clean or what served you best... I want to remind you that those instincts might have saved your life. That the instinct to shrink in the face of violence may have saved your life. To stop feeling in the face of emotional abuse may have saved your life. To fight. To freeze. To f*ck. To run. Might have saved your life. Your wholeness resides within these instincts, even when they seem so f*cked up in retrospect. They may have been your best choice for survival. They were good and right in the moment. Part of stepping fully into our wholeness is finding a path towards loving these responses from our past (and present). They offer us keys to our natural blueprint of health. Tending to them allows them to flourish into nourishment and regenerative regulation. We reclaim them to reclaim ourselves. I'm still finding the peace in some patterns. Re-writing and re-wiring from a space of wholeness, not brokenness. If you want company on the journey, let's work together. I have a few spots available.
  • Just realized I haven’t shared this offering in my actual timeline! So if you’re in #Ottawa and have similar dreams to mine (cultivating trauma informed healing communities, leaning into radical self-responsibility, not doing it all alone, growing up together... to name a few!) and are reiki-curious, join me for my Reiki One Certification! Early bird until Christmas! Details can be found at the link in bio or send me a DM and we can talk bc humans and friendship. 👍🏼👍🏼
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    Just realized I haven’t shared this offering in my actual timeline! So if you’re in #Ottawa and have similar dreams to mine (cultivating trauma informed healing communities, leaning into radical self-responsibility, not doing it all alone, growing up together... to name a few!) and are reiki-curious, join me for my Reiki One Certification! Early bird until Christmas! Details can be found at the link in bio or send me a DM and we can talk bc humans and friendship. 👍🏼👍🏼