I’ve been offline- from coaching, Inner Compass classes, even teaching yoga, since I moved to Vermont about a year and a half ago. Now I’m writing to you from New York City- and in those eighteen months so much has shifted both outside and inside.
I was on a retreat of sorts, but definitely not an easy, self-care one. After teaching this work for so long, I fell into a solid depression. I just couldn’t shake no matter how hard I tried. It’s hard to write that here, especially after spending so many years coaching women to live their best lives. And with a life that looks good in so many ways. Amazing family, the world’s best partner, friends across the globe, a humanitarian job with heaps of travel. But I want to stay honest with you guys. Especially in this time where so many social influencers show us their ‘real’ lives but don’t include details on bills, debt, grief, a 9 to 5, or mental health. And then there are the financials they might have access to from a partner or family that ‘s enabled them to quit their job and live in a van, do yoga all the time, or launch their own thing super fast. It's so important that more of us out in the public share our whole selves.
I first tried to work through my depression with every tool I knew well. Yoga, acupuncture, meditation, sleep, a healthy diet, time outside and with people I love, good books. None of it worked. My joy was still average a 4 out of 10, even in its peaks. It wasn’t until a few months into New York City that I realized the source of my sadness- feeling alone. Existentially alone. Despite being surrounded by 8+ million New Yorker neighbors, a mini but deep community, a hero of a partner, and family I call daily to connect. It’s through writing and digging in, that I gained clarity on the source of my loneliness: a world that was pulling me so hard outside myself, asking me to long for the lives of my connections on social media killing it in the wellness world, pushing me to lose weight or eat paleo or move like a beast to find joy, and pitching me over and over again the need to quit my 9 to 5 ASAP if I was going to really be happy. I wasn’t in my center. I wasn’t in touch with my own story and its beautiful worth.
After being so decentered, through a practice I developed over time that I call my awe practice, I found awe again. A fierce, beautiful connection with everything around me that emanates from my own core. My own narrative and path. It's been transformative. I no longer look at others’ lives on Instagram and feel longing. I no longer feel this push for more, more, more. I can dream freely. Appreciate my early gray hair, winter leaves on a forest trail, the person on the subway sharing my seat, and the challenges my own life delivers.
I can’t wait to teach you my awe practice - a tool you can adapt to your own life. And that you should. Because you are enough. Just as you are. Where you are. On the other side of my depression, I’m grateful to really believe that I am too. And this feeling of ‘enough’ packs in a deep sense of awe. Of present moment thanks. Of light to counter my many, many months of depression.