Not turned onto life… Just have more sex!

There is often in my coaching practice that people will come to me sharing about how they don’t seem to feel turned onto their lives.

Life has turned dull. Try as they might they simply can’t find that passion for life and it is showing in their career, in their relationships, in their daily life habits. Even the things that used to touch their hearts at a deeper level seem to struggle to even cause a flicker of a positive feeling. Read more

Don’t make it so complicated!

At the end of the day all our dreams, goals, and desires come back to us wanting to FEEL GOOD.

We want laughter, joy, pleasure, freedom, love, and every other yummy juicy emotion.

Our soul goals are all about feeling and experiencing.

Yet we think that we have to wait.
Wait for that trip
Wait for that event
Wait for the money
Wait for the relationship

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Why keep going. Why keep opening the heart. Why do us humans continue to step forward despite the hurts and hang-ups?

Because we know there is more. We know there is a deeper love and a deeper place within that awaits us if we only trust. Not a blind trust where we say it without knowing. No, we know. The kind of faith and trust that simply comes from an inner knowing. A knowing that is fed to us from the divine. 

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Are You Full or Are You Remaining Hungry?

Let me tell you a story about me, Addison Bell, when I was about 20 years old. It’s not a pretty story. Actually, it’s quite the opposite, and so I desire to give a warning that this is not going to be beautiful and sexy. It is also a part of the story I don’t usually tell both because it saddens me to think of and also because the person I speak of is no longer the person I see in the mirror. Read more

The Little Things

Do you want to know one of my favorite places in my house? It’s my bathroom. One might find this a bit strange, but let me take a moment to explain. In my bathroom, there is a corkboard where I keep little notes that the people closest to me have written. I get letters and cards throughout the year, but you have to be at a certain level with me to truly make it to the bathroom corkboard. It’s an honor reserved for those that I want their loving voices with me throughout the day and to boost me up on those days when I need boosting. In these letters and notes on this corkboard are mainly short messages that remind me that I am loved and cared about. There really are no ten-page letters of heart dripping vulnerability. Nope, these messages look more like, “I love you. You are beautiful, amazing, courageous, and funny.” Every morning when I am doing my morning routine, and throughout the day whenever I need to go into the bathroom, I get to look at these messages and occasionally will send off some energetic gratitude to the people that wrote the notes. I tell you this because these small scraps of paper on my wall are big things in my heart. They are little things, but they are, on some days, everything! Read more

There!

When I get there, my life will be perfect. When I get there, I will be happy. When I get there, I will be able to focus on my family/friends. When I get there, I will be able to do the things I’ve always wanted to do. There, There, There… but never Here.

I’ve said it, and I bet you have said it too. The comments about how things will be different when you have reached a goal. The problem being that, for most of us, this goal is a constant moving target or it never creates the total life change that we expect. We keep on a lifelong search for our happiness, joy, time, and perfect life that never comes. We put our joy off until the ‘perfect’ man/woman comes into our life, until we get that new promotion, until we have enough money in the bank, until we are fully enlightened, until… we die. Read more

Hold Me!

I sit there on the floor, leaning back into the arms that wrap around my body and legs that create a cradled sensation. All clothes are on, and there is zero sexual energy in the room, but instead, a quiet reverence. I specifically requested to be held, and that’s exactly what I got, which sounded great in theory, but feels incredibly vulnerable in this moment. I both want to cuddle down closer to soak in the simple touch that I was craving and simultaneously, I want to run because I can feel emotions rising in my chest from the simple process of being held without expectations. Read more