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this life squeezed and choked and squashed in a vise of Other People’s design, or values that aren’t your own, or an outdated world view; no, you were made for discernment, cultivation, and expansion.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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Hope is one of those crazy things: Hard to have sometimes, harder still not to, the loose stitch that holds together broken hearts, broken systems, cursed beginnings, devastating surprises.
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Hi! Been a minute, yeah? Actually, it’s been however-many-minutes-fit-into-4-months, but who’s counting?
I was inspired to take a social break after being reminded about presence and priorities, and I’ve largely appreciated the time away but also missed the bright side of online life. Time-eating scrolling, shopping with money I don’t have, posting because I *should* rather than because I *want to* – all that, not so much. But knowing that a friend is celebrating a milestone or is on a bucket-list trip or has a new job… that I miss.
That and cat videos, ngl.
More deeply, I miss participating in conversations and relationships with people I care about. We all know how busy life can be and how it has shifted over the last few years; in my comfort of staying closer to home, a good deal of face-to-face time became, well, FaceTime. So the absence of thoughtful voices and ideas and people that I’ve cultivated in this space over the last decade has left a real hole.
It's a fine line, isn’t it, between social media that drains and social media that feeds? Too much and we become numb; not enough and we’re isolated. What’s the sweet spot?
The best answer, I suppose, is: “It depends.” What do you use it for? What do you *want* to use it for? How do you feel when you use it? How do you feel when you don’t?
Where I’ve landed is I’d like to be here, but in a more limited and intentional way. Sober friends will understand just how much this feels like playing with fire, as life has proven moderation is NOT my strong suit. But connection is.
So here I am!
If you’re wondering what I’ve been up to these last few months, I’ll tell you. Since June, I have turned 50. Visited Costa Rica and Yosemite. Grew flowers. Joined a tap class! SO FUN. I've ignored my yoga practice and walked the dog. Had dinner with my mom. Made my phone pretty. Taught on the east coast and the west, planned cool new retreats for 2025. Been worrying about the election, worrying about my kids, eating more protein, growing my hair. Working on Book Two in fits and starts, spurts and what I guess you could call brain farts. Still convening The Circle. Still leaning into sobriety, which is only sweeter 10 years in.
In other words... same me, still here, just saying hi.
That’s my proof of life. Now, how about you? Catch me up! 😊 ... See MoreSee Less