Sometimes inspiration comes when you're on your knees in prayer; sometimes it comes as a whisper to your soul, from scripture, or from the words of a kind friend. Other times it flows from the tip of a pen onto a piece of a paper. That was how it came to me just a couple of weeks ago. As I sat up on a Sunday night planning my personal calendar and my meal plan calendar for the upcoming week, a simple sentence entered my mind and flowed out onto my paper as flowingly as anything could possibly flow: I am not a victim of motherhood. That was it. There was nothing overtly flashy about that piece of inspiration. However, I had been entertaining thoughts lately about how I want to focus more on 'Rachael as a mother'--to develop that part of me- for the benefit of my children and myself. I have spent the last couple of years fighting to figure out how to just survive and take care of my mental and physical health and well being. I needed to figure out how to heal my bo
Happy Hearts Month! It's February! I'm excited- I love Valentine's Day. It might be because I love chocolate...but I also just love love . A few weeks ago I finished a book called "Poser: My Life in Twenty-three Yoga Poses" . It's the story of one woman's life and how the discovery and practice of yoga (including meditation and breath control) impacted the way she navigated anxiety, marriage, motherhood, a career, and being an adult human. She talks about the balancing act of life as a work-from-home mom; how she endured the early years of motherhood and the struggle with expectations and comparison that women have somehow created. (All of which life coaching deals with head-on! See my friends Hannah , Jody , and Brooke !) I had so many flashes of empathy while listening to this on audio book. SO many of the experiences she talked about were things that I have been through, seen, felt or thought. And yet, many of them were things that I have not had