I was always such a people-watcher. I would sit on street corners alone and watch people and make up stories about them in my head. Then, all of a sudden, I was the one being watched.

Your choice of armor was your intellect.

In the past, I had workaholic issues.

Meeting the man of my dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife

The person who knows HOW will always have a job. The person who knows WHY will always be his boss.

I could get away with not taking care of myself as a bachelorette but as a mom I can't.

All of my unconscious fears were in my face about letting go of the current identity. A lot of the thoughts that came up were fear-based and false, so I had to work to let them go.