Nov 9, 2026
Being Seen
Why Is It So Scary?
A theme that I’ve seen coming up for some on this platform is the fear of being seen.
What is that? Why do we do that?
I thought on this for a while and realized rather quickly that, for me personally, the fear is that if I lived out loud, came into my highest, best self, my most authentic, confident, brilliant self - that I’ll lose my relatability, be perceived as superficial, vain or shallow for wanting to radiate. And that I’ll lose people because of it. That people will feel left behind or overshadowed.
Then I started thinking… that that’s actually pretty f*cking conceited in and of itself. “You think you’ll be so great that people feel threatened by or jealous of you? Get over yourself!”
Then I started thinking that this is all obviously projection. What we think people might think of us is of course how we see the world ourselves. I feel threatened by people taking up space, pulling focus, being unapologetically confident and in their worth. So the fear of daring to be my best self and be fully seen is based on my own thoughts about ‘those people’. So the work could maybe start there:
“Ugh, they’re so annoying.”
“Why?”
“Well… they’re like… really full of themselves and take up space unapologetically, and put effort into looking good. And being so confident and looking all put together and all that obviously makes them cocky and self-absorbed. How dare they?!”
“…Are you maybe feeling… threatened? Jealous?”
“… Maybe… so?”
“Babe…there’s enough light to go around… them shining brightly doesn’t take anything away from you...
And when you finally decide to come into your own worth and dare to be seen for the radiant badass you are, you will not take anything away from anyone either. And you won’t feel threatened by others being confident anymore. You’ll celebrate it.
Staying small, shrinking so others feel comfortable is such a waste of this bright life. And lifting yourself up is what might give others the inspiration to do the same for themselves.”
I’m in the ‘Wellness’ business! If anything I need to be my best self to practice what I preach - optimal health, self-care, confidence. That’s part of my job, isn’t it?
So reframe. From, “If I soar, people will hate me” to, “If I soar, others will see what’s possible and know they can too.”
Have you thought about your own fear of being seen and what that really boils down to? For many of us it’s, “They’ll think I’m stupid, they’ll judge me, they’ll find me out. I’m not good enough.”
Then what?
If you dig a few feet deeper, what’s there? Have you maybe judged people for putting themselves out there? So you fear the same will happen to you?
Everyone’s different so I’ll leave you to it. Keep excavating. Find your reframe.
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Oct 18, 2026
Slowing Down
An Advanced Practice
Taught a Slow Flow this AM.
There’s something so special and important about moving slowly. The transitions become postures in and of themselves, like really taking in the scenery from one place to another. When we rush to get to some illusion of a finish line, it’s not just that we missed an opportunity to enjoy ourselves along the way (‘It’s about the journey, not the destination’ blah blah blah). The reason it’s vital to observe the process of ‘arriving’ is cause when we try to ‘get there’ without care, thoughtfulness, and presence along the path, we arrive all disheveled and misaligned. We ‘got there’, but we rushed, we’re out of breath, we’re not well. If we arrive like that, are we even there? Can we take it in fully? Are we equipped to sit in it comfortably? We’re not really set up to ground in to that space, are we? And we missed the opportunity to build from one thing to the other, to grow up rather spread ourselves thin.
It’s an advanced practice - that of observing the self in the transitions, to move slowly, to break the mold of doing things on auto-pilot where the possibility for growth shrinks.
This photo is the moment before Trikonasana, Triangle pose. This is my favorite illustration of this idea. I have my students extend through the fingertips, draw the hip back, stretch in each of those directions as far as feels doable. I encourage them to feel the length in their sides, their spine, the openness in their chest, their hearts.
And guess what? The posture already happened.
We eventually add the arms (one drawn down, one extended up) but we’ve already set ourselves up to fully ‘arrive’. We’re whole, safe, with a thoughtfully built foundation. There was no prize at the finish line. The value and benefits, the space, was found in the getting there.
The set up usually takes longer than how long I’ll hold them there 😆 That could be frustrating cause maybe it’s new to take time, to build the posture thoughtfully before the ‘finale’. We’re so used to just getting into it. I encourage them to pretend they don’t know where we’re going. The time we’re taking to get there might feel and look different than usual. That’s ok. I know newness, especially when it’s something slow, can feel weird, uncomfortable, maybe even vulnerable. But it can knock us off the hamster wheel, the wheel where forward movement isn’t actually happening.
The curiosity in what it feels like to get there is magical. There’s discovery there that’s humbling and encourages this sort of inner lushness - cause we’re filling ourselves up with presence and care before arriving 🌸
How can you slow down? Stretch just a moment longer in the morning? Wait a moment longer before your next sip of tea or coffee? Eat more slowly, walk more slowly? Stay in Savasana (Corpse pose) a minute longer? (You have time for the extra 60 seconds. And if that actually feels unavailable, replace a more rigorous posture with that minute - you don’t need all the Chaturangas - IYKYK).
Be Well
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Sep 12 , 2026
Epilepsy, Heart Murmurs and a Back Injury - My Path to Coaching
“Happy Thanksgiving!” …Sort of
Two days before Thanksgiving 2023, as my sister and I slept soundly in her bed, my brother and sister-in-law in what’s usually my bedroom next door, my sister was woken up by sounds of gurgling, shaking, something. ‘Is she dreaming, what??’ She turned over to witness me convulsing, foaming and bleeding from the mouth, blue in face.
Understandably, she was… not OK. She did quickly process that it was a seizure and urgently rushed to the room next door, jolting my brother and sister-in-law awake, shouting for help.
They bolted awake and came to me. My sister-in-law, Tiph, a nurse, tried to hold me, and instructed my sister, Fed, to call an ambulance. Fed, again, understandably, was shocked, frozen. Tiph called out again, “Fed! Call an ambulance!” She finally did.
The seizure itself must’ve lasted about 3 minutes, but in the 10 or so minutes until the EMT arrived, I apparently sat up in bed, frozen, staring into space, eyes wide, with a look of absolute terror on my face. And then I screamed bloody murder into my sister-in-law’s face.
A few moments after the EMT arrived, I came to. The first thing I remember taking in was my brother’s concerned face at the foot of the bed looking up at me, holding my feet, trying to get them to relax, and in the span of about 3 seconds, I took everything else in. ‘The lights are on, there’s an EMT here, my family’s all in my room. What the heck is happening??’
The EMT asked, “What month is it?”
“…I…don’t know.”
“Who’s the president?”
“…Biden”
Gradually I was coming back. I was escorted downstairs, my sister and the EMT in the elevator with me. I took in our street corner - ‘New York. I’m in New York for Thanksgiving.’
When we got to the hospital, a nurse listened to my sister explain what happened, and mentioned to him, on Tiph’s suggestion, that I’d experienced undiagnosed episodes in the past that might be related to this - waking up with blood spatter on my pillow, with the most profound sense of anxiety and terror, like I was being swept away into another dimension, followed by a week of dread, fear, doom - it felt like my brain was rotting. This happened several times over the span of about a year. I went to the hospital each time. No answers, nothing they could explain.
But this time, by some divine intervention, in the brief window of being home, it was witnessed by my closest people, a medical professional among them. I received an epilepsy diagnosis, and everything fell into place.
Starting Over
This event, this new diagnosis, triggered a bit of a ‘starting over’ as far as my physical health. I’d been experiencing what felt like an irregular heartbeat, and had had chronic back pain for years. ‘Let’s get this all checked out.’
The heart thing turned out to be nothing. But X-rays revealed I do have some mild compression in my mid and low back, and some spurring. Again, not a big deal. The pain is real, but my doctor let me know there’s nothing to do about the compressions themselves - it’s just a matter of avoiding movements that could exacerbate them, and treating the pain caused by the inflammation surrounding them. “Have you tried cutting out foods that cause inflammation?” ‘Ugh. A doctor telling me to eat right when I eat the ‘rightest’ of anyone I know. Awesome.’ “I don’t eat meat, and eat all the veggies and all that, hydrate, etc.” …
“Have you tried cutting out dairy?”
“…No?”
“Give it a try - see if it helps bring the inflammation down.”
‘Huh. K!’
So health nut that I am, I immediately dove into all the resources she shared - the doctors mentioned in them, the doctors' podcasts, email lists, all of it. I cut out dairy, and the inflammation seemed to go down! And I’ve been (pretty much) plant-based since (side note: I will never push on anyone to go plant-based unless it’s something they’re interested in exploring - this just seems to have worked for me personally). As I continued to devour the resources, I fell upon this webinar. I couldn’t tell you what the exact topic was, but one of the speakers was a Health Coach. ‘Huh.’ I researched a bit and thought, ‘This … I think this is what I want. It feels accessible, doable, not intimidating and scratches the itch of extending my personal passion for health to a calling, a vocation, a career.’
Dots Connected
And these are the dots that led me here - health coach honored to help you on your health journey, to hold your hand and guide you with compassion and unconditional positive regard for who and where you are. I care very deeply about helping cause it can be scary and intimidating to walk that path to health alone. And having someone walk alongside you, cheering you on, can make it less scary.