In last week’s blog I told you about the flowers. The ones I bought myself on the drive home from my therapist's office, close to ten years ago now, after I couldn't answer one simple question: What do you like to do? What I didn't tell you is what happened right after. That same week, I taped a blank piece of paper to the inside of one of my kitchen cupboards. Nothing fancy. Just a plain sheet, tucked where I'd see it every time I reached for a mug. At the top I wrote, "Mel's Joy List." And...

Yeah, I know. It's a phrase you've heard before. It’s being thrown around everywhere right now and I used to resist using this phrase because of that, because all the coaches seemed to be saying it. But I kept coming back to it, because there’s nothing else that reflects what I actually mean. So I thought it was time that I explain what “Coming home to yourself,” means to me and not the trendy Instagram or Pinterest version but my version. Now I want to start by saying that it's NOT about...

For most of my life, I have been the "good girl." I ticked the boxes. I listened to everybody I was supposed to listen to. I followed the rules. And I used to think that made me disciplined, or responsible, or grown up but what I didn't see for a long, long time is that it also made me really good at something else: abandoning myself. That's what following the rules actually cost me. Because every time I chose the rule over what my intuition, my heart or my body was telling me, I was...