She was crying softly on the phone. What is underneath this new and sudden resistance you’re feeling? I gently asked. I was speaking to an incredibly powerful woman. Everything was going so well for her. Programs selling out, filling faster than ever. Feeling powerful and on purpose like never before. And then, suddenly this little bit of resistance was creeping in, threatening to stop her momentum. There is a small part of me that feels that all of this success is so much to handle and it’s making me dizzy, came the soft voice on the other end of the phone. A week prior I had spoken to a friend about the same issue. She was flying high, business doing well … Continued

Even though he meant it as a compliment, I cringed a little the first time he said it to me. Lisa, the first time I met you I was triggered. Because I could feel that in order to be your friend I was going to have to rise up to a whole other standard of excellence in how I conduct myself and show up for you. Yikes. What did that mean? That I come across like some demanding B? He clarified that no, it did not mean that. And that he was so glad he chose to stay my friend because it had made him a better man. Huh. Interesting, I thought. Feeling better, but still wondering if that was … Continued

I was in so much pain, I felt like my chest would surely cave in upon itself.   I pulled myself into the seat of my car, legs shaking, unable to breathe. Five minutes before that, I had been walking nonchalantly down the street, feeling fine. I walked past little restaurants with white lights strung over the chatty tables like a blanket of stars.  People laughing, drinking wine, spending time with friends. And that’s when the feeling hit me. Five minutes later I was back in my car. As I breathed deep trying not to hyperventilate, I pinpointed what emotion had come over me so strongly. I felt so profoundly lonely, I thought I was going to die.   Every … Continued

The church was really deceiving. On the outside, the walls were covered in a beautiful blue and white tile with little flourishes of flowers. So pretty and feminine. I figured when I walked in, this light, feminine prettiness would continue on the inside. I was wrong. As soon as I entered I was hit with a wave of intensity. Statues of Jesus lying down in coffins with blood dripping out of the torso. Jesus with a crown of thorns agonizing while carrying a heavy cross about to break his back. This place did not apologize for its intensity. It placed all of its agony honestly on the table for all to see. There was no whitewashing of pain in this … Continued