i grew up knowing.

Knowing, I knew.

Imagining that I could become...anything.

You, too?

At the age of ten, I wanted to be a chef until I realized chefs needed to work nights and weekends. Somewhere in my teens, I decided I wanted to be a poet until I realized poets rarely get paid. During college, I fell in love with copywriting and thought that was the way to be a paid poet. A week before I received my Masters degree, my mentor, a tall, thin, white-haired man with the tannest skin (year-round, in Syracuse, NY, no less) and the clearest of clearest blue eyes handed me Edna St. Vincent Millay's first-edition poetry collection, A Few Figs From Thistles with a scribble inside that read: limit your poetic instinct unless you’re writing a poem. I took his advice, landed an agency copywriting job and tucked my poetic instinct away.

I fell in love, got married, started a family, stopped working and then became a chef (at the same time I assumed the role of maid although that was never a dream of mine). Eight weeks after I stopped working I started freelance copywriting. I thought I needed to think more. This whole thinking nonsense led me to start an ad agency. When I became bored, I accepted a job teaching advertising at a local college. When I quickly became drained, I started a custom stationery business. When I found myself in the middle of the National Stationery Show in NYC, being applauded not for the cards, but the marketing supporting the card line, I returned to advertising...but not without a little breakdown in between.

Somewhere within the space of managing a career and babies and dinner and laundry and life, I discovered that managing wasn't all it was cracked up to be and juggling was for clowns. I was tired and unfulfilled. I was sure that I was missing a very big something, but I couldn't quite put my finger WHAT that something was. So I kept pushing and pushing and pushing until I realized that very big something was me.

I was missing me.

The happy me. The creative me. The passionate me. The connected me. The me who grew up imagining she could be anything — the me who knew.

You, too?

For reasons I will never understand, I decided to admit that I wasn't happy—I told my husband, my family, my friends. I allowed myself to say it, to hear it, to feel it. And then, with the nudge of a cherished friend, I decided to write my way out of that dark place. The year was 2010. I started a blog called Twisted Pinky, Promises Worth Making On Your Journey Through Life. It didn't take me long to realize that whatever I wrote came true—the good and the bad. So I quickly pointed my pen toward all things positive. In the process, I discovered a thing or two.

life is a circle, roll with it.

I discovered that rolling with life, instead of against it, is the only way to come to your senses about yourself, to find your purpose, to understand your infinite and invaluable potential.

I think it's ironic that I spent over 20 years creating messages for different mediums in advertising, only to discover that I was a medium channeling messages. The Universe is hysterical like that. Let's say I stepped into a rabbit hole for several years, and when I found my way back out, I was a certified Usui Reiki Master, Earth Medicine School shaman practitioner, and Open Heart Project meditation instructor. Yes, the hole was wide and deep.

The key to the perpetual process of becoming is allowing. Allowing your senses to unfold aligned with all the things that make you giddy. Admittedly, that's not always easy because the only way to figure out what lights your heart on fire is to navigate through the experiences that try to dampen your flames. Sometimes this feels like a twisted maze of wrong turns and dead ends, but when you finally discover the path that makes the most sense to you all those twists and turns reappear as a brilliantly orchestrated, life-size, connect-the-dot puzzle. I believe you are born with a tool to connect these dots.

It's called intuition.

intuition is a gift that, when harnessed, helps you be the gift you are.

You arrive on this planet with an intuitive compass intact. It connects you to the Universe. It connects you to your family, friends, lovers, haters, strangers, and neighbors. It connects you to a sea of potential energy that's loving and unlimited, graceful and gracious, and as deep and dreamy and miraculous as the life you're here to lead.

I believe your intuitive powers are capable of delivering heaven on earth. I believe that when you choose to live in the center of your truth with the best intentions, you disable fear, longing, stress, anxiety and disease and, in doing so, you discover freedom. I believe that synchronicity is a reminder that you and I are a slice of the divine here to enjoy a destiny of greatness. It's why we're both on this same page right now honoring all the dots that connect us.

And I believe, when you allow your innate intuitive powers to fully develop you find the most important key of all—the one that unlocks your heart for good.

It's how I live. It's how I work. It's why I'm here.