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There’s no one way. The amount of times I’ve said that — that we’ve all said that — infinite, right? For me, it often comes up around health, wellness, business or mindset. There’s no one way…
So I took that, ran with it, and finally did a thing: I started a podcast: There's No One Way. Three short episodes are up already – all under 10 minutes. Because there’s no one way to do a podcast. Soooo… why not do it? I love sharing positivity, and I can’t wait to interview folks for fun and meaningful conversations. And the idea of possibly inspiring someone and making their day even a smidge brighter? The dream. No, I have no idea where this is headed – or any big plans of podcast domination and overtaking Huberman. But I’m already beyond proud I started. If you honor me with a listen, here’s my wish for you: My answers may not be your answers. But I hope they inspire you to find your own. Because there’s no one way to do you. So go get it, my friend. Maura ps: Any thoughts on what you'd like to hear about? Or someone I should interview? Hit reply — I'm all ears! So, big thanks to you, you fabulous human. |
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Playing outside, client projects, and an amazing 2.5-week British Columbia road trip. That sums up my summer so far. How about you? Now that I'm back, I wanted to share this with you ASAP! This Monday, August 25th, 5:30pm MT / 7:30pm ET, I'm joining my friend Kate Kendall for a live conversation about authenticity, career pivots, and the magic of the messy middle. I’ve admired Kate’s work since discovering her empowering, insightful yoga classes on Gaia.com back in 2014. These days, our...
What if you did the brave thing… And chose growth over comfort. Would it feel: Wise? Empowering? Inspiring? Or… Exhausting? Vulnerable? Facepalming? (It’s an adjective now.) What if it was all of the above? That’s how it’s felt for me the past year: Soaring highs and recharge-on-the-couch lows. One day I’m the bird cruising a floaty breeze. The next? I’m the bird huddled in the nest going “nah, that’s too windy.” Maybe that’s just the flight path of growth. Updrafts, sunshine — and wind...
It felt like I triggered a private earthquake. My ‘97 Jeep Cherokee had started VIOLENTLY shaking. The steering wheel jackhammered against my palms. Not ideal while descending a steep hill on a two-lane highway—at 65 mph.(For my Colorado folks—that final hill of Hwy 36 into Boulder.) I side-eyed the emergency brake. It was held together with duct tape. Dare I? After what felt like minutes of terrifying chaos (probably 60 seconds)I managed to pull to the shoulder. Holy deep breaths....