It’s Time to Pivot

It’s Time to Pivot

We’re all aware of what’s happening around us. We’re faced with two realities right now: a pandemic and a recession. It’s quite the 2-for-1 sale! (It’s not funny, but I have to find reasons to laugh.) 😂 Important: I’ll be using a little bit of colorful language in this so if you are offended with that, do not keep reading. (No f-bombs) Here are my thoughts about how to pivot right now. If I see one more post or email talking about mastering your energy, or making $100k in the next four months, or manifesting from the comfort of your living room, I’m going to either take up day drinking (too late, already done that – sort of kidding) or bitch-slap someone. 😉 I’ve been gathering resources. Paying attention. Observing. And getting my energy more grounded and until now I haven’t had a whole lot of wisdom to share. I first want to acknowledge that our businesses and personal lives will be impacted differently but it impacts all of us. Every human on the planet is being affected right now. You may not be reacting or triggered, but this affects all of us even from the basic level of you acknowledging that there is some shit happening right now. You don’t have to be at the effect of all of this but we’re all aware. My day-to-day life hasn’t changed much other than the shit-show of emotions I experience and the big energy I perceive moment to moment. “Hello, my name is Angella and I’m an empath and may feel what you’re feeling before you do.” Other than that,...
Creating Peace in the Twilight Zone

Creating Peace in the Twilight Zone

For those of us who are highly sensitive, deeply aware, empathic souls, it’s easy to feel it all and so I’d like to take just a few moments and share a few thoughts to create more peace and calm in the midst of big world events right now (US primary elections, coronavirus, etc).

I invite us all collectively into deepening our inner peace and calm as well as invite you to some group meditations I’ll be hosting for free this week to collectively get our energy into a state of love, healing, and peace.

Grief: The Collective, Our Bodies, and in Our Business

Grief: The Collective, Our Bodies, and in Our Business

Grief.

The grief I’m talking about today is the grief of what could be, what “should have been,” and grief of a dream that didn’t happen.

In this article, I share some thoughts about collective grief, body grief, business grief, along with some simple tools to handle it all and keep creating what’s possible.

Things mentioned: diet culture, white supremacy, and the US election so you may be challenged to stretch your beliefs a little bit, too.

Pricing Perspective and People’s Expensive Opinions

Pricing Perspective and People’s Expensive Opinions

An attorney will invest at least $150,000 for their law degree. A hair stylist may invest around $3,000 for their license.

Which person offers more value? Which one is “worth” their hourly rate?

So how much is that person worth? One hour of sitting in a salon chair? Or getting those knots worked out of your neck? Or getting your gorgeous logo designed? Or your accountant who files your taxes.

In this blog, I examine the worst advice I ever got: “Charge what you’re worth.”

A Christmas Miracle (Kleenex may be handy)

A Christmas Miracle (Kleenex may be handy)

Merry belated Christmas to you if you celebrate. If you don’t, happy everything day! I was about six-years-old when I experienced my first “Christmas Miracle” and even being that young, I knew we didn’t have money. I didn’t think too much about it. My clothes were sometimes hand-me-downs but mostly hand-made by my mother with fabric donated by the local church. I was a happy kid. Quiet. Artistic and I loved to draw and paint. I was also very aware. I knew when people were sad or angry and I often kept to myself in my own little world where I could safely observe everything around me. At Christmastime, our favorite thing to do was enjoying a cup of hot cocoa and looking at the multi-colored lights on our second-hand silver aluminum tree while my mom read our favorite book, “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas.” The delightfully awkward tree stood about three-feet-tall but my mom cleverly put it on top of a table so it appeared taller and we could gaze at the lights reflecting all over the room. It was Christmas Eve. I didn’t notice any presents under the tree. What I do remember was the subtle angst. My mom is excellent at figuring things out and pulling things off out of thin air to provide birthdays and holidays. I knew something was wrong but wasn’t sure why and wasn’t sure how I could fix it. (It was years later that I learned she would often stay up all night sewing dolls and clothing for the kids after we had gone to sleep to make sure we had...