One Half of the Creative Cycle is Destruction.
I love the construction phase of creating. Dream the thing, construct the thing, go after the thing with rabid energy. All is possible during this time.
At some point when the creation needs only maintenance, I’ll sense I need a break. I ignore it. Every time.
It’s not until I’m dangling at the end of my rope, feeling like I can’t take it anymore that I’ll finally start to think about changing things up. (How many of you have come to me in the same place?!)
This bad habit leads to severe burnout.
This bad habit has led me to severe burnout on multiple occasions. With careers, creative endeavors, even house remodeling. Which then prompts me to throw a hand grenade into the situation.
Most of the time, the hand grenade was 100% necessary. I needed to leave the job or sell the house before I could glimpse possibilities of what might come next. Recently, though, all I needed was a break.
It’s hard to acknowledge burnout when you’ve spent years working toward an achievement, be it a degree, a successful business with a solid client base or a relationship.
It’s baffling to get burned out WHEN YOU LOVE WHAT YOU DO. But guess what. It happens.
By August of 2023, after 5 1/2 years, I was so burned out of my much beloved readings and group events business, I had to take months off.
Six months later, Dad passed away unexpectedly. There went any energy I started to build back up.
People told me, “Just don’t work so hard,” “Do readings differently,” and “Don’t be so demanding on yourself.” My favorite: “Just have fun! Why do you take what you do so seriously?”
Not an option. I love what I do, and folks have come to expect a certain level of quality in my work.
Lowering my standards is never an option. Taking a break is.
Taking a much-needed break is a better option than lowering your standards.
I just returned from a week in Charleston, SC, where I gave readings to about thirty people. I felt on fire and loved every single minute of precious time with clients.
No more burnout.
I’m here today to give you permission to give yourself a breather. Dismantle and destruct the thing if necessary. Pull out the hand grenade. Or just hibernate.
Don’t worry about what you, your job or your endeavor will look like when you resurface.
You don’t have to go it alone. Nothing blooms without assistance from the soil, the rain and the sunshine.
Thank you so much for being here. Let me know if I can help you breathe, spark your fire or help you bloom.
2 Mediums + 2 Events = One Magical Holiday Weekend! (and Sea Turtles . . . )
On Friday, December 10, join me and my sister psychic medium Katie O, for a demonstration of evidential soul and mediumship readings, just in time for beautiful holiday messages.
Sheperd Integrative Dermatology in Mt Pleasant, SC, at 5:30 PM.
SPACE IS EXTREMELY LIMITED! More info and tix here
Next up, on December 11, join us under the holiday lights, as we deliver psychic messages at the South Carolina Aquarium’s annual black-tie fundraiser, Sea Life by Starlight!
We’re both so excited to be part of these very special events and hope to see you there!
As always, book a private or group reading here.
How to dream the impossible into life . . .
Last year at this time, I had a wild, wild vision of a photo shoot. It involved an abandoned building, and yours truly suspended over a two story drop. Ahem.
The building was facing destruction. So I became obsessed with bringing this photo shoot into existence. Then, with a looming Covid-inspired shutdown, it literally became a now-or-never sort of thing.
The photo you see here represents a spirit. The location is where I always encountered her – hovering in mid air, ethereal, yet consistently present.
Personally, I had also decided at the beginning of 2020 to make a return to my body.
I’d spent the previous years studying mental mediumship exclusively. I felt called to infuse some of that energy back into my muscles and bones.
What better way than to challenge myself to something extremely physical in the name of ghosts and art?
As it turned out . . . it turned out. (Phew.)
When I look back on the past few years of relentlessly pursuing my passions, I see that we can, indeed, get where we’re going. Through the frustration, and the mountains of self-doubt.
Here’s how:
Dream something absolutely impossible.
Dare to share with souls who have more experience than you.
Ask for their help.
Work like hell to make it happen.
Spend many sleepless nights visualizing.
Ask for more help.
Work like hell to make it happen.
Keep visualizing.
Show up.
Then surrender to the moment.
Repeat.
If THAT recipe worked in 2020 of all times, then a merry time will be had in 2021.
I would love to be any part of your journey, so don’t hesitate to reach out.
Book a reading here.
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