Alcohol wasn’t running my life…But it was stealing bits of my time, energy, and joy…
Hi I’m Meg. I love helping empathic people who sometimes “feel too much” calm their head, hearts, and homes through my courses and books. Ultimately we all want to feel good in our bodies, relationships, and with the work we do in this world. When we remove the roadblocks that exist on the road to feeling the way we want to feel life tend to flow easier.
Doing the things you know you are meant to do. Giving up the things you know are holding you back. All of this takes courage. My life purpose and passion is to walk with you together on that road…because it’s a road I know all too well. Join me for community, connection, and ways to get inspired about your life that exists beyond the drama, clutter, and noise.
The Before & After of my Personal Journey
Before my Tranquility Journey
After my Tranquility Journey
Those Tiny Whispers Of Knowing
For years I would wake up and ask myself, “what is one thing I can do to love myself today?”
Oftentimes it would be things like “drink more water… slow down…. stay in the moment…use compassionate self-talk” yet underneath there was always this little whisper of “moderate or just let go of alcohol.”
The thing is I wasn’t addicted to alcohol. I wasn’t getting drunk every night. My drinking was more like a slow drip of weeknight drinking that entailed a few glasses of wine. The weekend? That’s when a martini or 2 followed by a glass of wine was the norm.
I didn’t have a problem quitting the daily habit when I wanted… I just couldn’t get rid of the desire.
Sometimes I listened and would take a break only to return to the daily habit of drinking when the emotions I was trying to push down came bubbling up in the absence of the band aid of Pinot Noir or martinis.
In a way, my habit of Pinot Noir was like a bad relationship that promised so much in the short term but left much to be desired as the sun rose the following morning.
It wasn’t until one Sunday morning when once again I was feeling what resembled a minor case of the flu did I pick up the phone and say yes to a friend who wanted me to join her on a 90 day experiment. I only committed to 30 days because 90 was too much to even contemplate.
This time was different. Before I knew it, 90 days had flown by…