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Have you ever wondered why we get into a deep blue funk from time to time? When you are in a deep blue funk, do you try to blame other people for putting you there? “Why can’t my husband respect me enough to pick up his nasty boxers and put them in the basket?” “Why can’t my kids pick up their rooms?” “Why can’t my mother stop telling me how to raise my kids?” And on and on.

These types of thoughts used to railroad me right into sadness and frustration—a pit so deep that it would take a whole pint of Talenti Sea Salt and Caramel to get me out. And this led to, “Why did I eat a whole pint of Talenti? I suck.” The common denominator here is, “Why?”

What’s the big deal with “Why?”

Behavioral modification is a powerful tool for a joyful life. Especially if some of your behaviors were set in a less-than-supportive (crappy) childhood. Or maybe your Middle School or High School years stomped your creativity and confidence. If the voice in your head that’s saying these frustrated thoughts is a whine; it’s stuck in the kid place where those behaviors were learned.

The behavior that attached itself to those old hurts will not change without a little adult attention. That old baggage doesn’t unpack without some work.

If you’ve had some trauma in your past, anything from extreme disappointment to outright bullying, you could be using an outdated operating system. This leads to a disconnect between your heart and your head. And THAT leads to despair, depression, frustration and anger—they all come to the pity party.

So how do we unpack that baggage and put it away? We ask “Why” and then pick apart the thoughts and actions like a scientist—no judgement, just curiosity. When I focus on the “Why”, it keeps me in the present moment.

This next week, focus on your feelings, and then ask “Why am I feeling this way?” If it’s a feeling you like, keep doing or thinking that way. If the feeling is negative, pay careful attention to why. If it’s based on an old rule or story, question the basis for that story to make sure it’s still relevant.

Take the thought we started with: “Why doesn’t my husband respect me enough to pick up his drawers?” Ask, instead: “Why does it bother me that he doesn’t pick up his drawers?”
Answer: “Because it means he doesn’t respect me, like my mom didn’t respect and love me enough to show up on time to pick me up from school. It means he doesn’t really love me, like she didn’t love me!” Whoa, there!! Is that really true? Isn’t it possible that Mom was just a little scatterbrained and hubby is just a little sloppy?

If you need respect, how about respecting yourself? What can you do in the next 5 minutes to show yourself some respect: a quick breathing meditation, watch a funny show on your phone, make something nutritious to eat, go outside and drench yourself in some nature (with our weather lately, drench is a certainty), or perhaps just take a moment to focus on all the blessings that surround you in the present moment. Why not start now?

XO
Terri
P.S. If you liked this blog or need a little help getting to the place of no judgment, drop me a line at terrif@findyourpride.org or go HERE for life-coaching.

Random acts of kindness are sometimes as helpful for the giver as well as the receiver. I remember, not too long ago, when I was plagued with resistance and frustration. I tried to buy my way out of that stuck place, and I acquired a plethora of gorgeous shoes and handbags. Each new purchase would give me a momentary lift out of the funk, but it didn’t last. The zing would wear off after a couple of weeks, and I’d be back in the same dark place, albeit with a different volume of stuff to look at in my sadness. Then, I got cancer, and I knew it was a wake up call to change my perspective. 

And that’s what random acts of kindness do – they change your perspective.

I stumbled upon this radical idea during my life coaching certification: helping other people, for no reason, makes you feel better – every single time! Changing your focus from your own limitations to someone else’s experience is expansive. It takes you out of your head and into your heart. If you’re feeling sad because your legs don’t look like a picture in a magazine, hold a door open for someone in a wheelchair, whose legs don’t work at all. It makes you appreciate the strength within your imperfect gams.

If you’re feeling bored, sad, or exhausted, go online and donate to a charity of your choice. That simple act of doing something for someone else begins to lift the sadness. If you’re looking for a charity, my favorite one is Girl Power For Good Foundation, Inc., the parent company of 850 Elite Volleyball Academy and Girl Power Station. All donations go towards our scholarship program for 850 Elite, so qualifying players can play a sport they love, even if their families can’t afford the club fees. This allows them to travel to national tournaments to gain exposure to college coaches, thereby turning our scholarship into a college scholarship. In our first three seasons we have had 19 players go on to play in college, some of whom would never have been able to afford college on their own. 

You can also donate your time to the foundation, as we’re always looking for volunteers for fundraisers and tryouts. As someone who volunteers her time to the Foundation, I can attest to the fact that I’ve never been more fulfilled. I don’t need the purses and bags anymore to lighten my spirits. Walking into our Center does that every day. Seeing the faces of all the kids we are helping with our particular brand of teaching life skills through Volleyball, as well as the look of satisfaction on the faces of our wellness center members, as their bodies and minds become stronger through fitness and connection is more than enough for me.

So, I challenge you to change your perspective through giving. Set an intention to do one thing for someone else today, just because you can. Make eye contact with a stranger and smile. Ask how the guy behind the counter at the gas station is doing, and wait for the answer. The act of connection with a purpose makes you feel more human, more generous, more compassionate. And isn’t that what it’s all about?

XO

Terri

When it comes to parenting, I think we are like my fluffy Goldendoodle; we are always on the wrong side of the door. It doesn’t matter if he’s been inside for only 2.5 seconds; he still wants to go outside. Whereas, when he gains his freedom, he’s immediately whining to be let back in the house. 

I believe he is the dog version of a parent of teenagers. “There has to be a better way; surely it can’t just be this, day in and day out! And now there’s more of this because my kid is out of school for the summer. I must be doing something wrong, or I wouldn’t feel so frustrated all the time!”

You’re not doing anything wrong and neither is your kid.  Whenever we have a change in circumstances, kids out of school, kids back in school, new marriage, divorce, or a new job, we think it should be business as usual; but it isn’t. It’s something new.  

Change is difficult for most people, and downright painful if you’re a control freak.

As a reformed control freak, I know what it feels like to want to organize the crap out of your summer, and then being frustrated and disappointed when it doesn’t work out the way you planned. When we are faced with change, we want to hurry it along. We want to schedule things like our lives depend upon it, and it just doesn’t work. 

It’s not any better on the other side of the door. We might as well accept where we are and begin to work with it.

Take last night, for instance. My baby (well she’s 5’10” and 15, but she’s still my baby) wanted to veg out in front of the T.V.  This sounded grand, right up until my control freak started in on me: “You can’t spend the whole summer watching television! She needs to be productive! She needs to work on college applications, find a job, start packing for the impending move! You’re a horrible mother for letting her lay around! Don’t even think about joining her!” My reply was: “Dude; it’s the first week of summer, and she’s 15.  Let’s relax and see where this goes!” 

When I think about it, this side of the door is sweet. We are making memories. We are forging bonds that will carry us through the hard times to come, because there will always be hard times. Or, let’s say, painful times, because “hard” is a judgment. If we accept the painful times and look for the lesson in them, then they pass. If we label and judge them as unfair, hard, or exhausting, then we bind ourselves to them.

Whatever we resist, persists. If we accept the discomfort and just sit with it quietly, saying, ” All is well” or “Dude, relax”, then the discomfort eventually dissipates. 

I tell my clients, and myself, “When you’re in pain, don’t try to distract yourself by looking for something better. Just breathe and let it be. Let it pass through you like a strong wind through a wind chime. Sure, it may rattle the chime, but there’s always beautiful music that emerges. 

Discomfort and pain make their own music. They serve as a springboard from which to emerge wiser and humbled. 

When we are constantly searching for something better, we lose the lesson that’s hidden in the crappy, ordinary things.

So, I let that Puritan guilt pass through me.  My baby and I binge-watched Jane the Virgin (so freakin’ funny!), and nobody died in the process. 

As I write this, I feel a sense of bliss that my 15-year-old WANTS to be with me. We are creating a united front for the future, when we might not have time to binge-watch TV and/or we aren’t even in the same town. Any time with my kids is not time wasted. 

There’s nothing on the other side of the door that’s better than this. 

XO

Terri

P.S. If you need a little help with Lovin’ your Summer, or you just want to spend an hour with other moms who “get it”, join my next free Worried Mamas call on June 10th at 12:00 p.m. Central Time; click on over to register!

P.P.S. I’ve had a couple of coaching spots open up, so go here if you want some support in taking your parenting life to the next level of bliss.

As a result of a pneumonia scare, and the ensuing emotional growth, my clothes are loose. I find it fascinating that emotional growth leads to physical shrinking. For the first time in my life, I have pants that are falling off my hips, so I ordered some smaller pants. When I tried on the smaller size, they were too tight. My immediate reaction was to run to the scale to see if I have gained weight; I have used the scale as proof of my worthiness for the past four decades, and then some. However, when I Body Dowsed getting on the scale, the answer was “No!”—that got me to thinking.

I know the reason that my body doesn’t want to weigh: it wants me to trust that all is well without a number to back it up. It wants me to stop relying on external factors for validation of worthiness and safety. I make my own safety. External factors will shift and morph; the only steady guidance comes from within. When I make decisions about what to eat and how to sweat depending upon what the scale says, I feel differently. I show up differently. And I don’t need to do that anymore.

I am living proof that you cannot bully yourself into fitness; you may drop a few pounds by brutal dieting and exercise, but it won’t last. I have been stuck at the same weight for the last 15 years, with a 2 to 5 pound range up or down, no matter what I did in terms of diet and exercise. It was only when I started loving my body that I saw a real change. It’s not just that my clothes are looser; the real change is in how my body feels. I feel younger and stronger and fitter.

My inner guidance system is always pointed in the direction of love.

How do you determine what love weighs? How do you determine the relative value of a puppy’s kiss or the sigh of an infant against your chest as they drift to sleep? There is no way to quantify beauty or safety; you just know it when you feel it.

It’s the same way for me with my weight. I know what feels good; the desire to move feels good. When I run stadiums on Saturday mornings or spontaneously run something up to my daughter’s room, I feel good. It doesn’t matter what the scale says; I have an irrepressible urge to move. That’s fitness!

I believe this is why my body keeps me from weighing. It wants me to sink into this feeling of safety and fitness on my own. The numbers are worthless as a marker for health. I dropped 10 pounds when I was sick, but I was not fit. Losing weight or not losing weight doesn’t affect my relative value as a person. It doesn’t boost my creativity. It’s just an old habit.

I’ve spent most of my life worrying about whether or not I was the right size on the outside. The first time I remember thinking I was fat was at age 8, when the demon teens that my mother sponsored to be my companions/babysitters started chanting, “Fatty, fatty 2’ by 4’, can’t get through the bathroom door” every time I entered a room; did I mention I was raised by wolves? I’ve wasted 43 years making numbers on a scale and sizes on a tag the sole determination of my worth — what a waste!

Well, I’m done! I’m learning a new habit of going inside to determine what my spirit needs to thrive. Maybe it’s sweat, or quiet, or mirth (there’s nothing like a good kitten video to make you feel better. I know for certain that the scale does not hold my answer. I know for certain that I will no longer blame myself for the size of my clothes. I’m going to blame the clothes instead! Are my new pants too tight around the thighs? It’s a design flaw; back to the store! My body is the size it is, and I appreciate it. Numbers don’t tell me how lovable I am or how fit I am; that’s my job.

XO

Terri

P.S. If you have trouble with your pants, click here for information on COACHING. If you want to share your thoughts about this blog with me, I’d love to hear them: EMAIL ME

Our storms of late have brought back my migraines, with a vengeance. It’s made me think of the concept of pain, and as a society how much we try to avoid it. Surely there must be something we can do, some secret, to stop having to experience pain? 

I have been living my whole life trying to figure out this secret. I was sure that if I worked hard enough, or bargained enough, or dieted enough, or had enough shoes, or got my kids into the right schools, then there would be a shining moment when everything would be perfect. I would know exactly what to do, clothes would hang perfectly on my svelte body, my skin would be flawless, I would always say the right thing, and life would be pain-free. Not just happy, but pain-free. While looking in the mirror this morning, I saw a 59-year-old woman, complete with wrinkles and a bit of a neck wattle, and I realized that the secret was a lie.

My life will never be pain free. In the words of Wesley from The Princess Bride, “Life is pain, Princess.” Life is also love and passion and anger and quiet tenderness. Life just is. There are no perfect answers, only interesting questions that make us stop, listen, and notice that this moment, this one shining moment, is all we get. We are not guaranteed another one. So, in this one moment, we can find the perfection of what is, or we can pass it by, forever seeking something “better”.

I am a big fan of movies, especially teen movies. Since my teenage years were so troubled, I am attracted to the stylized version of high school that you see in movies. On the plus side, this makes me very relatable to flesh and blood teenage girls. My hope is that I can translate the longing for something meaningful into everyday life. Because life is not what you see in the movies; it’s what you see in the mirror. It all begins and ends with you. And it’s your choice to see that as a hopeless situation, where you are burdened with trials and pain, or a forever-changing landscape of joyful challenges and pain. Pain demands to be felt (at least that’s what I remember Hazel saying in The Fault in Our Stars). But that doesn’t have to be the end of the story.

My mentor, Dr. Martha Beck, says, “Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.” As I sit here with another migraine heading my way, I can choose to sink into a pain-induced depression. Or, I can distract myself with meaningful work, an inane movie, or an entertaining book. When I accept the pain and choose not to suffer, a hopeful new landscape opens up. I don’t know how this will play out in my life, but it feels big. I’ll let you know what develops.

XO

Terri

P.S. If you have trouble accepting pain, click here for information on COACHING. If you want to share your thoughts about this blog with me, I’d love to here them: EMAIL ME.

Flowers are blooming, and birds are chirping. Bare legs are blinding us with their unearthly glow. Summer is on its way! Remember when summer was all ice cream and hammocks?  Now it’s a parental horror movie, with zombie kids following you around the house whining that they’re bored. Or, latchkey kids calling you at work to see if they can dry the cat in the microwave. Since we can’t leave our jobs or work at home with screaming kids, what do we do?

When I googled Summer Child Care Near Me, I got 1,360,000,000 hits. Yikes, what’s the perfect choice? First, lose the idea that there is a perfect choice. Parenting is a job where you’re building the plane as you fly it. That being said, here are a few tips for making the right choice for YOUR family.

1. First, calm yourself: This decision produces fear, because there are so many options—or your options are limited. Both stories produce stress in the thinker. Remember, they are just stories.  When you feel stressed, take three deep belly breaths. Right now, put your palm on your belly button and move your hand by breathing three times deeply. Feel your pulse rate drop and your shoulders come out of your ears? Isn’t that better?
2. Treat the problem like a puzzle or a mystery with you as lead detective: We make much better decisions when we engage our creative mind to problem solve. We are in fight or flight mode under stress. Our blood floods our extremities, preparing us to do battle or to flee, so our brain can’t work properly. If you see the problem as a puzzle with a solution that’s just out of sight, then you can be creative, not overwhelmed. Assemble the clues of the childcare puzzle, and then get creative to find the best solution for your family.
3. Ask for help: This is where your friends and co-workers can help. Ask them what their summer childcare plans are. If they can’t help, go to your school’s guidance counselor or your church’s child care program for recommendations. Ask your boss about the possibility of summer hours; you won’t know until you ask. Go in armed with a plan that benefits your boss as well, and then release the outcome. Your boss will be more open to options if you’re not desperate when you ask.  
4. You determine when it’s okay to leave them home alone: Just because the law says that your 11 year old can stay home alone doesn’t mean it’s the right decision for you. Every kid is different. I used the guideline that when my kid was old enough to responsibly handle baby-sitting jobs, then they were ready to stay home alone.  If you’re leaving your kids at home, make sure you have a plan for check-in times as well as activities/chores for the day. Make the plan together, so that they take ownership of the decision. This will teach them independence and accountability; two things all parents want for their children.

If you follow the above steps, you will make the right decision for you and your kids, regardless of their age and your circumstances. Keep researching and asking for help, until you reach a decision that feels good to you; then accept it and move on. All we can do as a parent is to make the best decision right now given the information that we have. It won’t be perfect, because nothing ever is, but if it’s made from a calm loving place, then you and your kids will be just fine.

XO
TerriFor summer volleyball programs, go HERE . For help with decision making,  CLICK HERE!

Our 7th Season is complete, and I couldn’t be more thankful for all the lessons learned and connections made. We have two teams who received bids and will be attending USAV Nationals for the second season in a row! That is success by anyone’s standards. And I want to pause and let that gratitude sink in. Gratitude only works as a tool if you notice the change that comes with it. 

Many people think that gratitude is all unicorns and rainbows, something only practiced in yoga class once a week. But it’s so much more than that; it will change your life if you let it. It’s the main reason I stay off social media (sorry Facebook friends, please know I still love you!), because I can’t take the drama. If I could only stick to my own small circle of friends, I would be fine–but it never ends there. I get sucked into the swirl and it exhausts me.

Drama and gratitude are polar opposite emotions. Drama is easy. As humans, we are built for threat assessment, thanks to our ancient amygdyla. When we stay immersed in how “he/she hurt me, or what a tool they are, and who DOES that!”, we get further and further from the secret to all joy–being thankful for what you have. 

The prevailing cultural wisdom says that we need willpower and determination to succeed–that kind of thinking makes me want to take a nap. We do need grit and resilience to keep trying when we fail, but mostly we need help and support from other humans. And the best way to inspire lasting help is to express gratitude. Other people WANT to help you when you’re kind and appreciative of them. In that way, gratitude is subversive. It cuts through all the drama and distrust, right to the heart of what it means to be human. 

Gratitude is not passive; it takes practice. You might need to steer away from electronic black holes of attention to take time for a phone call to a old friend, or drop an actual paper thank you card to someone, or just write down 5 things that make you spontaneously smile (use that journal I’ve been “suggesting” is so important to carry with you). Just make sure you pause after each one with closed eyes to fully visualize how that thing/person delights you. Then notice how you feel. Are the dark clouds clearing a bit? Did your shoulders stop being earrings?   

I want to take a moment to thank my 850 Elite family. Having two teams go to “the show” for two years in a row is a testimonial to the improvement in skills, cooperation and stress management that are the mission of our club. I want to thank all our players for supporting each other and listening carefully in our Mama T talks and then applying those tools on and off the court. I want to thank our parents for carting kids and their stuff hither and yon. And a BIG THANK YOU to all our amazing coaches for helping players to be the best and strongest version of themselves. I am grateful to lead an organization that makes a difference; it’s all I ever wanted for my life!

XO

Terri

I’m not sure why I have such an issue with rest. The pastoral scene of napping in a hammock is like a horror flick to me. It’s not that I’m always moving (I spent quite a bit of time sitting and knitting), but I am always doing. That’s fine when your kids are little, because there is a whole lot of doing in the caretaking of small children. However, now that my kids are all grown, I’m pretty sure that my attitude toward rest could grow up as well. 

Constant doing is like a no fat diet; because there’s not a lot of sensory experience, you never feel full or satiated. If you never take notice of what you’re doing, you will never feel like you’ve accomplished anything. 

And what’s so great about doing, anyway? Does a full life require a completely checked list? There are so many things to experience without constantly doing. The old adage, “Stop and smell the roses” applies to a lot more than just gardens: “Stop and hug the spouse”, “Stop and look at the bayou on a perfect crisp morning,” or “Stop and taste the latte” are just as important. When was the last time you actually noticed the nuance in your morning beverage?

Stopping to notice what you’re experiencing as it happens, is, I believe, the secret to a joyful life. I’ve talked a lot about connection and investing in people instead of stuff; this noticing is the foundation to all of that. If you stop doing long enough to notice what’s around you, and who is around you, you can connect more effectively. When you stop and listen to someone, they feel heard and valued. Whether it’s your children or a stranger at the gas station, noticing and Un-doing can change your life and boost your creativity.

Creativity lives in simple, joyful places; it will not be marshaled. You can try to tell yourself, “Okay, enough messing around! You will sit and create, right now, dammit!” Sure, good luck with that. Your creativity will dry up and wither,  and you will be stuck with frustration and a blank page, both figuratively and literally. 

If, however, you notice all the things around you, then you will foster a connection to the universal force of love and appreciation. 

For me, right now, I notice the light sparkling on the water, the way the birds hover and dive in a kind of dance, the tap-tap-tap of a woodpecker, and the way my Goldendoodle looks at me as if I am his queen. 

From that place of curious wonder, your creativity will fill you to capacity and beyond. With this level of creativity, you can “do” whatever you want: problem solve (or puzzle crack) a thorny issue at work, decipher a better path through your To-Do list, write a book, play pretend with your little one, publish a blog post, or just take a nap. It’s up to you. You are in charge of your own creative un-doing. I can’t wait to see where it takes you! 

XO
Terri 

P.S. Drop me a line at terrif@findyourpride.org to let me know what you’re UN-doing today or click here https://girlpowerforgood.org/life-coach for Life Coaching information.

I think there’s a little drill sergeant in our head who thinks that yelling expletives at us will ensure more productivity (the old “beatings will continue until morale improves”). When, in fact, the shaming shuts down our motivation and creativity. We need to be creatively open in order to devise solutions to decisions that go awry. That creativity allows us to take in the data of a failure as just data, not a character assassination. If we can be compassionate with ourselves, and each other, we can learn from our mistakes and actually improve our performance and, more importantly, our lives.

Shaming has a very different outcome. Take weight loss, for instance. When we embark on a “diet“, it’s usually with positive intent. Whether it’s to get healthier, to have more energy, or to look more fierce for a reunion, all of these motivations are intrinsically beneficial. But only if they make us feel more confident and more powerful.

The tricky part is when we make a mistake on the diet. We have wine at a party and our inhibitions go out the window. Then that “forbidden“ food keeps calling us. If/when we eat it, we feel like trash. And we talk to ourselves as if we are trash, and the drill sergeant is back in charge, tossing shame far and wide.

When we are in that shame storm, all hell breaks loose and positive intentions are lost. We either hunker down and try to bargain with the drill sergeant, “I promise I’ll eat only celery for a week to make up for being such a loser“ or we rebel, “F.U. sergeant, I am the boss of me!“, then proceed to eat a bag of cookies, topped by a pint of Talenti (this may or may not be describing my own experience–ok it is).

There are other options: 1. We could just eat whatever our body needs. This takes some listening and quiet time to master. I haven’t mastered it yet, but I know women who have. Also my husband has this down to a science, or 2. You can eat what sounds good to you, break a sweat often, and be kind to yourself when circumstances conspire to make these intentions impossible.

When you eat or drink stuff that makes you feel gross, you say to yourself, “that’s OK, sweetie! You’re human and humans make mistakes.“ Give yourself a hug and ask your body what it needs. If your body wants M&Ms, then eat them slowly, savoring each bite until they stop tasting delicious. Then stop eating the M&Ms. All the while saying nice things and being kind. Treat yourself like someone you love, because if I’ve learned anything in my long life of yoyo dieting and eating disorders, it’s not about the food. It’s about self-compassion. Diets don’t last, but self-compassion is a life-long tool that makes us healthier and more resilient.

If you can apply this self-compassion plan to relationships and your work life, imagine how kind our world could be? And you can send your inner drill sergeant off to take a nap – she probably needs one!

XO
Terri

If you are the kind of person who has a tough time asking for help (ME– we’re talking about ME), then a way to ease into the process is to intentionally GIVE help to another person. I listened to an old episode of “Kind World”, a podcast I highly recommend, and they said that when you help another person, you’re acting as a physician for your own soul. Truth!

When my hubby and I built our Girl Power For Good Community Center, I had already become a tad addicted to helping other people through my Life Coaching and writing. There is no bigger rush than watching the “Aha!” reflected on the face of a troubled teenager, that moment when they realize they have been making their life so much harder than it has to be. After that Aha!, we can move down the path to a clearer, brighter Girl World. This is the best soul medicine I can imagine.

But that’s not all help has to offer. When you ask another person for help with the mundane, you open up room for the divine. When I heard that phrase on the podcast, my shoulders relaxed and I examined my allergy to asking for help. I realized that my “I can do it myself” habit was just that – a habit.  A habit that no longer serves me.

From a very young age, I knew that if I wanted something done properly or promptly, I couldn’t rely on the adults around me. I needed to find a way to do it myself. I was doing all the household laundry at age 8, because I was tired of not having clean clothes. I took that habit into my school and work lives. When you’ve been rocking responsibility solo for awhile, it’s really tricky to change. But it’s worth the effort. 

I talk alot about the “Fight or Flight” response that is hard-wired into our DNA to ensure our survival of threat. But we have another mammalian response that is just as hard-wired: Tend and Befriend. We are not meant to thrive alone; we all need help. And conversely, we all want to give help to friends and loved ones.

Asking for help has its risks, I’m not gonna’ candy coat it. The person you ask could say “No”, and that can be daunting. But you can’t let that stop you. Begin by asking people who are “your” people, those who love you anyway, even when you’re being grumpy. That way you increase the chances of a “Yes”. 

I have finally curated friends, and the most amazing spouse, who will help me whenever I ask. Because they know I will do the same for them. This ask for/give help continuum is a powerful force for growth. We thrive when connected with other like-minded humans. I am the sum of my friends’ and family’s love, and so are you.

XO

Terri

P.S. Need a little help learning how to ask for help? Go HERE for coaching or drop me a line at terrif@findyourpride.org .