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this life squeezed and choked and squashed in a vise of Other People’s design, or values that aren’t your own, or an outdated world view; no, you were made for discernment, cultivation, and expansion.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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A sporadic love letter from me to you with insights, happenings, homework, and the occasional kick in the pants.
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I’ve had three dogs in my life: Munchie, the Siberian Husky my dad surprised me with for my 9th birthday; Chicken, the yellow Lab mix Dave and I loved for 12 years; and, my constant companion for the last six years, Miss Sadie Jane. In all that time, I’d never had a dog on the beach.
Until yesterday.
And what joy! Watching this girl run up and down the sand to fetch her beloved ball, hour after hour after hour, is one of the best things I’ve ever seen. Like, core memory level stuff.
Thank you, sweet girl, for all the smiles you bring. You sure earned the snooze you’re enjoying right now. 🐾 ... See MoreSee Less
Y’all see this little miracle right here, these wondrous and sprouting tentacles of Creeping Jenny? I’m guessing these babies are nine years old. They were born at my husband’s old house, from which I lovingly transplanted some tendrils into my own backyard garden. From there they took on a new life, growing and surviving the seasons and multiplying so that I could take a little piece from here and a little piece from there to fill in the bare spots. Eventually there was a bit of that Jenny in every pot and every basket and every raised bed I planted.
After my divorce, when I left that house in the spring of 2018 to move where we are now, I brought her with me. Once again, the quantity was small, yet more than enough, and over time that Jenny grew to fill in every place I put dirt.
Remarkably, she survives the harshest of seasons only to return to her true nature when the time comes. Each year she whispers to the receding Winter: “You won’t break me,” she says. “You CAN’T. I was brought here with love.”
I’ve learned that Jenny speaks for all of us. Better yet, she *is* all of us… accepting all the seasons of Life, even the fallow ones… hibernating when she needs to… emerging when she is ready and spreading joy and beauty in a way that fills in the bare spots.
If your spring awakening is calling, don’t be afraid; emerge. Step into the warmth and light of a world that’s been waiting for you to return. Be the beautiful thing you are, as you are. And if your winter remains, know it won’t be long now until your time arrives. We will be waiting to greet you when you get here. 🌱
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I'm feeling a little more my Self today and this is what is coming up:
I am grateful for the quirks and imperfections of my body.
I am grateful for my capacity to love others, my inner child, and my deeper Self.
I am grateful for the unique gifts I possess, which I alone can offer to the world.
I am grateful for my willingness to honor and participate in the moment right in front of me.
I am grateful for the chance to learn, grow, and heal.
I am grateful for the experience of this Life. ❤️
If someone in your life could use a little gratitude nudge, or maybe you see them in these words, feel free to pass this on or tag 'em here. ... See MoreSee Less