On 11 August 1989, a teenaged me made her near-daily visit to Rick Case Mazda in Atlanta to see if the 1990 Mazda Miata she’d ordered more than a month before had made it to…
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Next, build THIS!
Thread: For 10 days now, I’ve been undergoing an experiment. I do whatever the fuck I want. Let’s back up and let me provide context. I don’t remember a time — like, maybe back when…
Mars in Our Charts
Hello beautiful people of Expansive Capacity! Happy Woo-Woo Wednesday, master manifestors! This month, we’re exploring Mars… the planet that rules how we fight, how we fuck, how we initiate, how we charge forward with our…
You’re Overgiving Due to Low Enoughness
Hello beautiful people and happy full moon, happy August, happy “I got out of bed today” day! 🙂 I’ve been thinking about how we’ll often DO THE MOST — I mean, not just have the…
2020: Both Glorious and Horrible
Real talk: In April, on the way to Pilates, I had a panic attack. Even though we were meeting virtually (me in the studio, my trainer on Zoom, guiding my workout on her equipment), I…
Ask Yourself: How Do I Want to Feel?
Recently, I’ve been using a very exciting tool in my business and in my life. It’s called: “How do I want to feel?” and I use it liberally. Like most of you, I always have…
Permission Granted
Hello beautiful people of Expansive Capacity! It’s time once again for Superpower Sunday! 🙂 As always, this is all about how we can implement wee changes that may turbocharge our *existing* superpowers so that we…
Circles of Safety
In our Expansive Capacity meeting today one of the beautiful masterminders asked, “How do we give ourselves permission to be our fullest selves in a world where there are people who want us dead because…
Lean into Your WEAKNESSES
I was watching a very cool documentary over the weekend about a famous feature film and there was a whole segment that got me fired up about what a freakin’ great idea this is. It’s…
Half a Hundred
This is wee me. “Little Bonnie.” That’s what I was called, growing up, because I was named after my great aunt Bonnie Davis, badass polio survivor who lived to be 99. â € This is me,…