I'm Lindsay, and that ridiculously adorable teddy bear pup is Poppy, my mini goldendoodle. We're California girls who love playing in the sunshine and unwinding at the end of the day with cozy snugs and junk TV (Pop loves watching the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, I kid you not). We're pretty basic but do our best to live each day with gratitude for the life we're privileged to have and the adventures it brings.

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So... why coaching?

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My husband Brian died unexpectedly when we were both 32. In the agony of grief I looked around our home and was incensed by how much worthless junk remained while my husband did not. None of it mattered! I wanted it all gone.

 

Yes, the physical clutter, but even more the beliefs, behaviors, and relationships that no longer fit me. I was hoarding things I didn't even want, that weren't useful, or didn't belong to me. Reevaluating and removing the stuff crowding my home corresponded directly to processing and clearing out the stuff crowding my mind. I grieved. I released. And I was utterly exhausted.

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By the time I turned 35, the trauma of losing my husband teamed up with my life's general bad programming to create the perfect storm. My body and brain were utterly fried. I couldn't manage the most basic of tasks at work. I had nothing left in my tank. I hit total burnout.

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With guidance and support from my safest relationships and my own coach, I quit the corporate job I had loved and shifted into the full time work of rest and recovery. I continued reassessing what was valuable in my life, purging what I knew wasn't for me any longer, and making the space to welcome in what felt.

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I started showing up as my true, messy self for the first time. I started being honest about what I wanted, dropping the masks I once wore, and asking people for help. And it was rich and terrible and beautiful and painful and sad and uplifting and good. I was no longer sorting through the mess alone. I gained strength again and my heart swelled with passion to help others sort through their messes, too.

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Whatever your own story looks like, you're not alone. I'm sitting with you in the midst of the mess.

 

Send me a note and let's see how we can work together. I can't wait to hear from you.