I’m Becky.
Longtime yoga student and teacher, proud corporate dropout, sober mom and stepmom to four teenagers. I’m a pet lover, book hoarder, plant tender, change seeker, curator of things that smell good. Enneagram 8, anti-small talk, pro-hygge, big hugger. Midwest-born and raised; Rocky Mountain-bound when it’s time to retire. Mediocre cook, terrible singer, working on finding patience (especially with aforementioned teens).
But the most important thing about me is that I am made of stardust – and I believe you are, too.
If there’s one question that stumps me, it’s this: “What do you do for a living?” The answer was much easier in the old days when I worked in newspapers, political campaigns, and PR.
If you want an “elevator pitch,” I’ll tell you I’m an empowerment writer, teacher, and speaker, and founder of You Are Not Stuck®.
But that’s starting pretty far into the story. That’s the how I do what I do.
What lives beneath is the what, which is the way I describe my actual work of helping people identify and create the life that is calling to them.
In that way, I’m a soul whisperer. A dream doula. A change catalyst. I’m a guide into the questions for which only you have answers. Poet David Whyte refers to these inquiries as “questions that can make or unmake a life… questions that have no right to go away.” I see the divine badass in you, charm it out, and cheer it on.
The most important part of the story, though, is the why. Why is this work of empowerment what I’m called to do? The answer to that is simple:
I’ve lived a life that looked good on the outside but felt horrible on the inside.
I’ve lived a life that I didn’t feel authorized to change.
I’ve lived a life that I felt hopelessly stuck… and once I found freedom, I made it my mission to help others find it, too.
Please know this: You are not intended to spend this life squeezed and choked and squashed in a vise of Other People’s design, or values that aren’t your own, or an outdated world view; no, you were made for discernment, cultivation, and expansion.
Lines are not meant to be toed, they are meant to be moved and redrawn and colored in and erased until they suit you—and you can do that as many times as you like.
They’re your lines, after all.
Becky is no-bullshit real. She’s got an energy and warmth that’s born from her unique and relentless optimism. Yes, she’s a cheerleader. She’s a whip-cracker, too.
Scott Stabile
Author of Big Love
Becky combines deep caring with a kick-ass attitude (and humor!) to help you break the cycle, form new habits, and find a new — healthier and happier — path for your life.
Amy Calvin
Executive Coach
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Last night was such an adventure.
We knew a glimpse of the aurora would be possible here in St. Louis, with the best viewing sometime between midnight and 2 am. Around 9:30 pm, Hubby and I began planning in earnest: Do we go to bed now and set an alarm, or just try to stay up?
I’m the total opposite of a night owl so I voted for the alarm, brushed my teeth and started to take out my contacts when photos started pouring in from family and friends within a 20-mile radius.
Magenta!
Green!
Pink!
When the first shot below arrived from my brother-in-law, we called the kids to the car and raced west toward darker sky. We met the rest of the family in a secluded park about 40 minutes away, hiked to the top of a broad, rocky clearing, and waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
N-O-T-H-I-N-G.
And while the stargazing was nice, I was so disappointed. I figured this was my once-in-a-lifetime chance to see the Northern Lights. 😩
When my sister-in-law told me to look through my iPhone to see what a long exposure shot might capture, I was skeptical. But, alas, if you look at the second photo, you’ll see the aurora was indeed happening… I just couldn’t see it with my naked eyes. I was looking right at it and had no idea!
I’m confident there’s a good metaphor in there that hasn’t come to mind yet. But it will, that I am sure of.
Skies are supposed to be clear again tonight so we will be hunting auroras once again. In the meantime, I’d love to see your best shots! ... See MoreSee Less
When the moment is so perfect that you just have to get yourself in there 😆 ... See MoreSee Less